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She dreams of the mark. Something in her remembers me, and something still in her needs me now.
It is a start. That the bastard unseelie seems to have moved on and Monsieur Zane is rather, bristly towards her, bodes well for our future together. I would never seek to change her from the woman she is. But perhaps without Cel, things might go back the way they were.
Back to when she was mine and the mark kept us together even in times like this when we're apart.
It is a start. That the bastard unseelie seems to have moved on and Monsieur Zane is rather, bristly towards her, bodes well for our future together. I would never seek to change her from the woman she is. But perhaps without Cel, things might go back the way they were.
Back to when she was mine and the mark kept us together even in times like this when we're apart.