He is not her prince. Fakir comes back from the gladiator battle covered in sweat and blood—not his, thank all that is holy—and when he looks at her, she knows that he is seeing the ghost of a girl long dead. Rue kisses him hard anyway.

He is not her prince. Fakir comes back from the gladiator battle covered in sweat and blood—not his, thank all that is holy—and when he looks at her, she knows that he is seeing the ghost of a girl long dead. Rue kisses him hard anyway.
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