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“Yes,” Lily says dreamily, “yes.”
“But this other person is not a man. Not a human man, but a cursed Fae King, a fish from the waist down, trapped in a lake—”
“Oh my Gods. More fairytales?” Lily rolls her eyes. “I thought we were having a serious heart to heart.”
“We were. Weare. Lily—”
“I’m done here. You’re all set.”
“Lily—”
She whirls back around to jab an accusing finger at me
