“There are rules,” Chadstone said, voice cold and soft, dangerous. Whatever vulnerability he’d felt with Dakshana in his arms is gone. He wasn’t human, and he wouldn’t buckle because they’d been in existence longer than him.
“The rules dictate that she is mine. I caught her in my web.”
He was unmoved by their laughter.
“On the contrary, Little One - we caught her in our web first.”
A bowl appeared in mid-air, filled itself with water, mirrored over to offer a vision. Chadstone stared at the little girl in the middle of a summoning circle, clutching a straw doll.
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