She pulled away a little, just far enough that she could see his face. "Dragons, huh. Well, I killed the Lady of the Lake for you, sir."
He cupped her face in his hands, "I'm sorry, Anna."
Te absolve, indeed, she thought. Faced with Charles's warm and undeniably living flesh, she would have killed the fae over again. "I'm not," she said. "I love you."
Angus sighed. "Lovebirds," he said.
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