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“The most powerful elf our world has ever seen,” he finished for

her. “I know you don’t see yourself that way—it’s one of the things I

like about you. You could be the most arrogant, obnoxious person

ever, and you’re not. But sometimes I wish you saw yourself a little

clearer, so you’d actually believe me when I tell you this.” He waited

patiently for her to meet his eyes. “You’re brilliant and talented and

beautiful and—are you crying?”

“Sorry,” she said as his thumb brushed away the tears she hadn’t

been able to blink back in time. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize!”

“Why? I’m being ridiculous. It’s just . . . no one’s ever said anything

like that to me before.”

And to have it coming from him . . .

He brushed another tear away, and she pretty much melted against

his hand. “I’m glad I got to be the first to do it,” he whispered, leaning

close enough for his breath to tickle her damp cheek. “And I’m going

to keep doing it until I make you believe me, okay? I mean it. I’m not

giving up until you realize how awesome it’s all going to be. And until

then . . . we’re good.”

“We’re good,” Sophie repeated, the words like a splash of cold

water.

“I don’t mean it like a bad thing. I mean . . . we wait to do this for

real until you’re ready. Until I can tell you I think you’re amazing and

it doesn’t make you cry.”

“I might always cry about that,” she warned him.

He laughed softly. “Fine. Then until they’re only happy tears. Okay?

No pressure. No time limit. You set the pace and I’ll just . . . follow

your lead. But I’ll be right here whenever you’re ready—well, not right

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