as Feyre gives birth I sense the change and the JOY of the Night Court. A pain and mess of my own making. Everything was. I snarl at a servant who nears. Pitiful half blood. Pitiful that I ruined everything. I always do. let her celebrate. We do not care. mutters to himself I shall be alone. For who could ever learn, to love, a beast.
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