Page 68 of Curses & Cold Brew
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Fear climbed up my throat.
It couldn’t be . . .
Iris took my hands in hers and squeezed, making me meet her gaze. “So I’d like to propose another deal. A trade, really.”
“Oh?” I tried to sound calm even as fear roiled like a storm in my chest.
A soft, nervous smile flickered across her lips. “My heart,” she whispered. “Forever. In exchange for yours.”
Tears welled in my eyes, my hands squeezing hers tighter and tighter as emotions choked my throat. I looked at her with all the promise and reverence she deserved. Her magic was the only kind I’d ever need.
“It’s a deal.”
