turned away from me at it
cut a little deeper.
"You were mine before," he said
softly. "But somewhere along the
way, I lost you. And now you're
his."
That raised my ire, as precious
little could have. "I wasn't yours,
and I'm not his, either. I'm a
Huntress, Fade, not an old knife
that can be traded."
had some crazy that
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