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Kite.
Jethro.
Kite is Jethro.
A wail clawed up my throat.
Not only had I given my body to my mortal enemy, but I’d unlocked my heart for him, too.
He’d gotten under my skin. He’d heard my innermost desires.
He was playing me like a master of duplicity.
My ridiculous game at making him fall in love with me pulverised.
I had no chance at winning.
Not when faced with the proficient firstborn Hawk.
My salvation was now my damnation.
Jethro is Kite...
...
And he’d successfully trapped me in an aviary of deceit.
