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“You've moved a castle before?”

“Parts of it.”

I shake my head.

Rich magical people are insane.

“Continue.”

“For a very long time, it was simply where I existed.”

Something about the way he says that makes my chest ache. Not lived.

Existed.

Alone.

Cursed.

Walking the world as a Wolf, becoming a man beneath one full moon each month. Waiting for something he probably stopped believing would ever come.

Me.

“Then I found you. And you have a life here, Agatha.”

I blink.

“The Academy. Your students. Dora. Your work. Castor's Corner.”

His fingers slide through mine.

“I would never ask you to leave any of it.”

Oh.

“I spent too many years being denied choices. I won't take yours from you.”

My throat gets tight.

Damn him.

I'm wearing mascara.

Mistake.

“So,” he continues, “I brought my home to yours.”

Okay. That's it. I'm crying.

Just a little.

Tastefully.

Princess tears.

“You moved a freaking castle for me?”

“I did.”