Page 294 of The Nightmare Bride
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I raised my brows. “I get to decide?”
“Of course.”
“Fairmont.” I didn’t even have to think about it. “Your last territory. Your last accent.”
He caught my face in his hands and kissed me. “Excellent choice. And after that?”
“Hmm... Hightower, I think. I want to find Amryssa’s old tutor. Eliana deserves to know what happened here.”
He nodded. “And then?”
I shrugged. “Wherever you want.”
“Anywhere?”
“Anywhere.”
His brows burrowed together as he thought. “Gray’s Reach, perhaps? We could go to the theatre. We could go out drinking. We could do whatever we want.”
I gazed up into the infinite blue of his eyes, into the promise of endless possibility. “I’d like that,” I said.
Because this time, the offer sounded perfect.
