“Sylas,” I corrected her. She nodded, but didn’t move otherwise. It was clear she was waiting for something—and half-a-minute later, it happened. I watched the unlocked door handle behind her twist, making a slightly metallic sound. “Whoever that is,” she whispered to me without turning, “they’re yours.” “My queen,” I said indulgently, swirling around her in a rush. “I’ll be right back.”
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Cassie Alexander,
Guarded by the Nightmare