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I can__ believe it._ I whispered.__ou can__ let him lure you back in, Felicia. He__ wrong. He__ wrong!_ Vanian pleaded, I could feel the quiver of his magic, the wisps that were fighting against the iron burning into his wrists, I could feel the crackle as it fought in the air, against his emotions, against his pain. I shook my head, was about to speak but Adam grabbed him by the front of his shirt; as if a few more tears and shreds couldn__ go amiss. The tightness of his grip paled the Faerie__ cheeks, caused the blood to trickle down faster, dropping to the floor.__y wife._ He yelled, __he__ my wife, silverblood._ With each growl of a syllable he accented it with a punch to Vanian__ face.I couldn__ take much more. I jumped over and pulled at Adam__ shoulders, fingertips driving into the nook of his collarbone, pressing down with as much as I had in me, anything to break his hold. He recoiled and rose his hand to me, at first I flinched but I stopped. He wouldn__ hurt me. He wouldn__.