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Mid-March Update

It's getting warmer in Japan, and many news programs have already started talking about hanami. I can't wait to see the gorgeous cherry blossoms in April.

I'm making a couple of changes to my blog. As you might have noticed, I'm not blogging much. Mostly I don't have anything to say on my blog that I haven't said on Twitter, and I hate repeating myself. Besides I already share what I read and my ratings on Goodreads. I feel bad, but right now, I don't have the inspiration to blog regularly. So my blog's going on a bit of a hiatus. This doesn't mean I'll never blog again or that my blog's going to disappear. You can still browse the archives, and I'm going to occasionally post pictures and news. Furthermore, if you leave me a question on my blog, I will answer it. This applies to my Twitter account, too. I don't auto-follow, but I will answer if you send me a @ reply with a question or comment. If I don't answer, it's because I somehow missed your question. Feel free to try again. My email is also open to anyone.

So what am I going to do now that I won't be spending time trying to blog regularly?

Firstly, I'm going to focus on working with my mentor, Kate Pearce. We hooked up through the Romance Divas formal mentor program, and I get to pick her brain until the end of June. I've already learned a lot from her, and I'm totally excited about honing my craft and learning more about how publishing works.

Secondly, I'm going to finish the current draft of my untitled novel plus a sexy paranormal romance novella set in Greek-myth-world by the end of April. These items are not negotiable.

Thirdly, I plan to work out more regularly. I'm turning into a couch potato, and it just won't do, especially with the bum back I have. Regular stretching and exercise make a big difference, and I've got to take care of myself better.

Fourthly, I plan to read more.

Finally, I'm going on an eight-day honeymoon to Thailand with Hero Material. We'll be hitting Phuket and Chiang Mai, and I'll post lots of pictures on the blog when we get back.

How about you? What do you plan to do for the rest of the month and April?


Excerpt Monday: WIP (Untitled)

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This is the opening to the current WIP, which is still untitled. I have no idea if this would remain or not because it's fairly heavy in narrative and contains almost no dialogue. Still, I thought I'd share with you.

Genre: romance
Setting: futuristic Paris

Mikhail Kasyanov opened the white paper bag that held three freshly baked croissants from the best bakery in Paris. He poured a cup of café au lait for himself and set a saucer and a delicate pink cup for Angel. A pair of chairs was on either side of the glass-top table in the breakfast room in their floating condo overlooking the Seine, even though he had been eating breakfast alone for seven consecutive mornings.

Any minute Angel would step inside, muttering something about the cold and whatever crappy job had made her miss their third anniversary. She'd give him a kiss, something short but affectionate enough to make his mouth soften, and toss her bag onto the spotless mahogany floor, careless of marring the waxy sheen he'd been perfecting. Then the gorgeous orchids — the exact shade of sakura in Kyoto — in the miniature crystal vase in the center of the table would catch her eye. The flowers would brighten her expression, bend her wind-chilled lips into a smile. She might even take a blossom to her nose, inhale deeply and stick it behind her ear. Then she'd sit, sip the coffee and enjoy the buttered croissant — her favorite — and tell him how she'd killed her target in a most spectacular fashion, worthy of her exorbitant rate. And he'd listen, oohing and aahing at the right moments, hold her free hand and feel a deep sense of gratitude and satisfaction at having found her and kept her for three years. Then, when she was up for it, he'd carry her to their bedroom and seduce her senseless, watch her skin flush with passion.

Mikhail saw it play out in his mind whenever he closed his eyes. It was a familiar routine now, something he'd shared with Angel countless times.

So why was there an uncomfortable cold lump in his gut, like the one he'd had decades ago when his mother had died?

Angel was nothing like his mother. Angel shot straight; he'd never seen her miss. A freelance killer of the first water, she fought dirty, tracked her prey with a precision and patience that awed him, and she was impervious to telepathy.

Nothing could've happened to her. And yet…

He caressed the velvety petals on her favorite orchids. Glorious Angel, the flower lady had called the breed all those months ago, and just like that, they'd become Angel's special flower. The warm scent of croissants teased him, but he felt no urge to touch them. Maybe he should wait just a few more minutes so they could eat together. It wasn't just the breakfast. A small velvety box in his pants pocket rested flush against his thigh. It would be uncouth to start without her.

Movements on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling wall facing the Seine caught Mikhail's attention. A gaggle of police had gathered on the riverbank. A half-circle of reporters and spectators formed around them. Several aquadroids were dragging the water.

Mikhail zoomed in on them with the two-phase nanocomputer, scanner and multi-purpose comm device embedded in his left temple and the tiny bones of his middle ear. His scouter was modified specially to have a magnifying feature. Illegal, but he hadn't gotten this far by following the rules.

The police looked impatient, but then expressions of utter impatience and/or contempt were de rigueur for Parisians when dealing with something unpleasant.

Finally the aquadroids hauled something out of the water — a pale humanoid body. A female body.

Mikhail didn't need to be on the ground to know everyone had exclaimed with horror and shock. His gaze zoomed in on the single boot still on the body.

The buckles around the ankle winked under the icy winter sun. They had an unusual design: two hearts — one made of one hundred white diamonds and the other of one hundred pink diamonds — linked and entwined with platinum. The shoe was black with a stiletto heel with intricately carved initials: A. D.

It didn't mean anything. Maybe the cobbler sold a pair just like the one Mikhail had special ordered to someone else. That lying fuck. Mikhail had paid extra to ensure that the boots would remain one of a kind. Who could trust cobblers these days? They only cared about money.

Mikhail moved his gaze to the tip of the boot, about three millimeters or so from the sole. Angel had complained about scraping it against the stairs and leaving a small scratch on it. When he'd teased her about how it was all in her head, she'd raised her foot up slowly until it stopped an inch from his face, so he'd had to acknowledge the miniscule flaw's existence. When dating a woman like Angel, discretion was often the better part of valor.

She'd put a heart-shaped ruby over the minor defect and a matching one on the other boot. So Mikhail looked hard, and tasted the sharp tang of bile at the sight of a small red gemstone about half a centimeter wide on the ebony leather.


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Things I’ve Done This Week So Far
  • Finished Ashwyn. It needs to sit and percolate a little more before I look at it for rewrites.
  • Started outlining My Big Novel Project #1 (MBNP1).
  • Wrote an online florist to file a complaint over a gift I ordered for my parents. The flowers were unsatisfactory. The florist offered to resend and refund my money, in addition to giving me a $20 credit. We'll see how the replacement looks. (Thank God, they were sent to Mom, who isn't shy about complaining. I'm just glad they weren't sent to professional colleagues or something…)
  • Went to a local glasses shop to get my lenses recut. (Must go pick those up on Saturday…)
  • Started watching Rome Season 2.
  • Uploaded more pictures to my wedding photo gallery.
  • Got my hair cut — about 3.5 inches gone.
  • Did a rehab session.
  • Went to the gym.

It's only Thursday now, so I have one more day or two of writing time. Saturday and Sunday are going to be tough tough tough because I have to work all weekend, plus have dinner with Hero Material and some friends who couldn't make it to our wedding.


A Buckeye Girl Reads Loves A HAPPILY EVER AFTER OF HER OWN

A HAPPILY EVER AFTER OF HER OWN by Nadia LeeAs you know I'm totally excited about the Winter Olympic Games, and I love connecting with other people via Twitter. Not too long ago, I met A Buckeye Girl Reads (a.k.a. Colette / @buckeyegirl31) while discussing figure skating, esp. Sasha Cohen's “comeback”, with Heather (@BookObsessedGrl). This is an Olympic year, so of course we got talking. ;)

So color me surprised when Colette Twittered me on Monday and told me how much she loved A Happily Ever After of Her Own. I hadn't even realized she'd subscribed to my newsletter to access the novella. So of course, when she asked me if she could review it, I said, “Sure!”

Without further ado, here is the main part of her fabulous review of A Happily Ever After of Her Own:

I was glad I waited until all 9 chapters were out to read the whole thing, because I couldn't get enough of Melinda's story. It's a delightful story & it's for those of us who have always wondered what happened after the words “happily ever after” were written in the fairy tales we read. The problem I normally have with novellas that are this short is that I have a really hard time getting into the storyline & characters because they are just over too fast. Not so with this one. I loved Melinda's spirit, and the Beast is so swoon-worthy. I might be a little bit biased because I've gotten to know Nadia over the last month or so through twitter, but I think I would have loved the story even if I didn't know her. While this book doesn't have a Christmas theme, the storyline of doing what's right, and thinking of others first, definitely fits in with what Christmas is all about. The chapters are fairly short, and it's a perfect read for during the week.

The first two chapters from Nadia Lee‘s A Happily Ever After of Her Own are available here and here. The rest of the novella is for newsletter subscribers only. You can sign up here. It's free to join. I just can't say how much I loved this novella — but I'm not biased or anything. :)

Sigh Meter: High
Swoon Meter: High
Sweetness Meter: High
Cheesy Line Meter: A few here and there (A romance wouldn't be a romance without them!)

Thank you, Colette! :wub:

P.S. Colette reviews lots of books. You should totally check out her blog when you aren't sure about what to read next, etc.


Sorry I’ve Been Quiet

I've been a bit distracted with several things.

First — I came down with a cold. (I still have it, although it's not as bad as it used to be.) Hero Material got it first, then lovingly gave it to me. I think he called it “early Christmas present”. Hmmm. But he paid for the doctor's visit and medicine, so I guess all's forgiven.

Second — I decided to do NaNo. Well, technically I'm not working on a novel from scratch, but more like trying to finish Acts 2-4. I've written like tons of different pre-drafts and scenes and snippets, but none of them really gelled or gave me any insight into my characters. Hence NaNo.

Scarily enough I'm writing many of my scenes out of order right now. I've never jumped back and forth like that, but with WriteWayPro it's easy to rearrange scenes, etc. So I'm giving myself permission to write later scenes first. Once I got over the initial resistance, I realized that it was actually helpful for me to do it. I can see better why Angel and Mikhail fell in love in the first place and why they thought it couldn't work, etc., and why they broke up but why they're together again now, etc. etc. etc.

BTW — is it wrong for me to like the ruthless Russian mafia boss more than the U.S. bureaucrats in my story?

Third — My netbook is having the same issue it did last time. It's been, like, a week since Samsung fixed it. They took it back — again, very courteous and apologetic. So I'm without a netbook for another week or two until they repair it. (Hopefully permanently…)

Dexter season 1Fourth — I reformatted my Macbook this week. I use Apple Boot Camp to use XP on it — that's my preferred OS; the Mac OS just does not feel very intuitive to me — but BCXP refused to shut down correctly for two weeks in a row. It's partially my fault for having installed all kinds of stupid programs that I shouldn't have in the first place. (And the fact that when I first created the HD partitions and so on I think I did something wrong b/c the driver installations, etc. didn't go very smoothly…)

Anyway, 30 hours later, it's done, and my computer's faster. Yay. :)

Fifth — Hero Material and I started on another drama series: Dexter. It's just so twisted, I love it! We're still on the first season. Can't wait to watch the rest.

Finally — the Olympic season!!!!! I'm a huge fan of figure skating (have been since Kristi Yamaguchi's heyday), and I've watched the first Grand Prix events. Yuna Kim rocks my world, and I'm so thrilled to see Shen and Zhao skate again. Shen and Zhao are my sentimental favorite in pairs, and I want them to achieve their dream of winning the Olympic gold medal. It'll be a first for China.

I'm also rooting for Yuna since I adore her skating, and it too will be the first Olympic figure skating medal for Korea.

OTOH — I'm heart-broken about Mao Asada. She's just imploded this season. I don't even know if she can make it to the Grand Prix Final, and it won't be the same without her. I have my own theories on why she's not doing so well this season based on the media coverage. Gambatte, Mao!

Oh and if you're wondering why I don't seem all that interested in Evegeny Plushenko's comeback…well, it's because I don't think he's all that exciting to watch. I mean, yeah, his jumps are great and he can do some interesting footwork, but something about his skating just leaves me cold. I also suppose it's because I still long for Alexei Yagudin's awesomeness — great jumps, great footwork, superb artistry. Unless he messes up unbelievably, I think Plushy will win the gold medal. Brian Joubert's been incredibly unprepared and erratic at Trophee Eric Bompard, and Oda can't seem to land quad jumps consistently. Evan…well, he reminds me of Todd Eldridge — another dull dull skater.

As for why I don't care about Sasha Cohen's comeback…well, I'll believe when I see it. I think it's nothing more than a publicity stunt on her part, especially since all Sasha seems to talk about is her “injuries”. If she does show up at Skate America, Yuna will crush her, and maybe even someone like Rachael Flatt and Fumie Suguri may be able to beat her.

My prediction? Sasha withdraws from Skate America, shows up at the U.S. Nationals and gets a spot on the Olympic team. The international judges are brutal, and with the more severe crackdown on underrotations and wrong edges, Sasha won't do very well. But American judges at the Nationals will most likely overscore her. I hope Sasha proves me wrong, but I'm not very optimistic.

How about you? How have you been doing? Any cool plans? Are you excited about the Vancouver Olympic Games?


Free Read: A HAPPILY EVER AFTER OF HER OWN Chapter 2

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Hello everyone,

Welcome to the second installment to the free serialized paranormal novella A Happily Ever After of Her Own! I've received some incredible feedback, and so many people have signed up for newsletter since last Monday. Thank you for your support!

If you're new to the story, please go to A Happily Ever After of Her Own: I. In Which Our Heroine Is Charged to read the first chapter before reading further.

Enjoy!

Nadia

A HAPPILY EVER AFTER OF HER OWN by Nadia LeeMelinda Lightfoot, a preschool teacher with an unusual ability to flit in and out of fairy tales, never thought she would get into trouble…

…until the Fairy Tale Police arrest her while she is in Beauty and the Beast. They offer her a deal: Find Beauty, who left the story when Melinda trespassed into it, or be charged with the ultimate crime — Fairy Tale Killer. If that's not bad enough the Beast tags along in search of his true love, and Melinda starts falling for the fairy tale prince. She must choose between doing the right thing and having her own happily ever after.

Warning: This title contains the following: Fairy Godmother, the Wicked Witch, dysfunctional fairy tale families, ax-wielding executioners and a happily ever after (or two).

II. In Which Our Heroine Gets an Unwelcome Companion

“I object,” the Beast said in his rumbling voice. A fierce scowl hung over his face like thunderclouds over a cliff. “That woman shouldn't be allowed to return to her world.”

Fairy Godmother frowned prettily. “Why so ever not?”

“If she goes alone, she has every reason to run away and never return.”

The two men nodded.

“Perhaps we can have her swear a vow,” Fairy Godmother said.

“Her words mean nothing,” the Beast growled. “She is not of this world. She faces no dire consequences for forsaking her vows.”

“Hey!” Melinda said. How dare he slander her in front of the Fairy Godmother! “I keep my promises! I'm not a liar.”

“Of course not, Miss Lightfoot. You are merely a trespasser, a killer, a terrorist and a vandal,” the prosecutor said blandly, making her choke with outrage. “Fairy Godmother, His Highness is correct. We cannot trust her. We must send someone to ensure she fulfills her duties.”

Fairy Godmother pursed her lips. “Who volunteers to accompany her then?”

The judge and the prosecutor exchanged glances. The Beast jerked a thumb at his chest. “I do.”

“Your Highness,” the prosecutor said in a stage whisper. “Are you sure?”

Before the Beast could answer, Melinda shook her head. “No, not him.” Everyone's gaze turned to her. “I can't go around in my world with some…werelion. It's going to draw too much attention. People will catch him and put in a cage or something.”

“A cage? On what charge?” The judge frowned. “Do you not have equal rights for all in your world?”

He's got some nerve talking about equal rights, after trampling all over mine. “For all humans.” Melinda looked at the Beast. “He's not.”

“This wretched curse doesn't make me non-human!”

“I'm sorry,” she said, using her reasonable voice again, “but you just don't look human. I won't be able to find Beauty and the Wicked Witch if you come with me.”

Fairy Godmother nodded. “She's right.”

The Beast's massive shoulders were hunched in frustration, and Melinda felt guilty again. This was the second time she'd caused him unhappiness, but she couldn't let him come with her. He would be an obstacle. But she could make it up to him by finding Beauty as soon as possible.

The Beast looked at Fairy Godmother grimly. “May we talk privately for a moment?”

“Of course.” She turned to the remaining three in the room. “Excuse us.”

*** *** ***

They went into the soundproof antechamber next to the meeting room. It was sparsely furnished, with walls covered by thick and dreadfully dull books, but the high glass ceiling made the place seem airy. Fairy Godmother sat in one of the chairs at a small circular table, and Edward shut the door and faced her. “Mother, why are you opposing me?”

“Was I, dear? I didn't realize.”

He prayed for patience. Mother could be so frustratingly dense at times. He was sure it was intentional…and people wondered why he had a temper. “Have I ever asked you for a favor?”

She frowned. “Not that I can recall.”

“That's right. Not when I was cursed—”

“Well, the curse. Perhaps you shouldn't have called her Auntie Beet.”

“It was the truth! And I was only nine!”

“Of course, dear.” Fairy Godmother made a vague gesture. “Do go on.”

“Stop humoring me. Why are you on her side? It's not as if you like her.”

“She is still my sister, and she is occasionally capable of being pleasant.”

“As pleasant as Charming,” he muttered.

She beamed. “Yes! Such a delightful boy.”

“You mean annoying.”

Fairy Godmother sighed. “Do get to the point, dear.”

“Of course. The point. The point, as you say, is that I have never asked you for favors, not even when Beauty's evil sisters sent murdering townspeople my way. I endured all the hardships, all the obstacles, in order to earn her love.”

“So you did. Quite admirable.”

“Thank you.” At least his mother was somewhat reasonable — for a woman — unlike his witchy aunt. “But surely you realize the current situation is untenable. This Lightfoot trespasser is untrustworthy, and I cannot put my fate in her hands. Without Beauty I can never regain my human form, and Aunt will triumph.”

“I understand, but Miss Lightfoot has a valid objection. Her world is not like ours. It has lost much of its magic. Most people there don't even believe that happy endings are possible.”

Edward stiffened with shock. “Blasphemy! How can people not believe in happy endings?”

“Well, that would be your aunt's influence.” She sighed. “This is why I cannot risk a failure. If she wins, the fairy tales will be no more, and all the happily-ever-afters will vanish. Miss Lightfoot must succeed, and I'm afraid your presence will hinder her.”

“You are the most powerful fairy in our world. Surely there's something you can do so that I can go.”

“The curse isn't something I can undo,” she said primly. “You know what's in the Seventeenth Neverland Magical Accord as well as I do.”

He wanted to hit something. Better yet, someone. Even better yet, his aunt. “I'll sacrifice anything to go. Please.”

The silence stretched. Edward didn't dare say a word, lest he prejudice his mother against his cause.

Finally she said, “Are you sure?” She held up a finger. “Once done, it cannot be undone, you know.”

He nodded. He had to break free from the curse. He couldn't let his aunt win. And he certainly wasn't going to allow the clumsy Lightfoot to destroy his only chance.

“Very well, then.” His mother rose. “We shall do it your way.”

*** *** ***

Melinda waited for Fairy Godmother and the Beast to return from their little timeout. The judge and prosecutor sat down and didn't have the courtesy to offer her a seat. She didn't bother asking; the chairs looked really uncomfortable. The men whispered furiously, hands held in front of their mouths like schoolgirls, and occasionally they would either nod or shake their heads so vigorously that the judge's powered wig almost fell off.

The door opened, and Fairy Godmother and the Beast reentered the chamber. The men jumped to their feet.

“I have made my decision,” Fairy Godmother announced. “Miss Lightfoot, His Highness the Beast has the right to accompany you, as Beauty is his key to victory over the Evil Witch. Thus, I will allow him to go.”

Melinda groaned with dismay.

“However, your concern too is valid, and it will be in no one's interests if his appearance is a burden. Therefore, I will put a spell on him to restore his true form for three days. Both of you must work together to bring Beauty and the Evil Witch back to us before the magic wears off.” Fairy Godmother turned to the Beast. “There is a caveat to my aid. You cannot allow Beauty to see your true form while you are in Miss Lightfoot's world. If she does, the Evil Witch can change the conditions required to break her curse.”

The Beast's voice grumbled, “I understand.”

“Further note that if you fail to bring Beauty and the Evil Witch back in three days, the division between our worlds will grow weak against the magic beacon the Evil Witch set when she left the Fairy Tale World. Once the beacon is firmly established, she will be able to flit in and out of your world, Miss Lightfoot, and will undoubtedly use her formidable magic to bring misery upon everyone. Nor will I be able to stop her, since the people of your world believe in tragic endings more readily than happy ones, and I will not be able to enter your world at will.”

This was getting worse and worse. Not only was she going to cause misery in the Fairy Tale World, she was going to bring the chief creator of all heartaches and troubles to hers. How was she going to live it down if the Evil Witch cursed her friends, coworkers, neighbors and students? Life was already difficult enough; people didn't need more complications and curses.

And what about herself?

Melinda had always imagined that there was a Prince Charming out there for her, even though they hadn't met yet. With the Evil Witch running around free, the probability of her own happily ever after was nil. The Evil Witch didn't seem like the grateful type.

“Miss Lightfoot, I have also decided to give you a bit of magical help in your quest.” Fairy Godmother gestured at Melinda's watch, and stardust shimmered briefly across the gap. “Your time device will tell you where the Evil Witch is so long as the sun is up. The Evil Witch is exceptionally powerful in your world, and I'm afraid my magic simply isn't strong enough to help you during the night, when my influence is at its weakest. When you're ready to return with His Highness the Beast, Beauty and the Evil Witch, make sure to be in the same room with them. Then tap the time device three times and say ‘Happily ever after'. Understood?”

Melinda nodded.

“Now, Miss Lightfoot, you must promise to bring Beauty and the Evil Witch to our world within three days.”

Melinda mounted a stand next to the prosecutor and raised her hand. “I swear to bring Beauty and the Evil Witch to your world within three days.”

“Very well.” Fairy Godmother nodded. “I wish you luck.”

All the air left Melinda's lungs, suffocating her, and darkness swarm over her vision. She felt her legs crumble beneath her.

The last thing Melinda saw was Fairy Godmother's gentle smile as everything went black.

*** *** ***

Melinda gasped and blinked, trying to focus on a white blankness far from her. After a moment she realized the whiteness was actually a ceiling. The bedside lamps glowed soft gold, and she was…she felt the soft sheets under her palms and noticed the half-read Beauty and the Beast storybook lying face-down on the bedside table. The clock said 10:00 p.m. Right about the time she'd fallen asleep and entered the fairy tale. Oh thank God! She was finally awake from her nightmare! No more strange critters calling her Fairy Tale Killer. No more twitchy porcupines trying to intimidate her with swagger sticks. And no more barren cell without lights or running water.

“What a creepy dream,” she muttered.

“That was no dream, Clumsyfoot!”

She yelped and jackknifed up at the low baritone voice. Despite its aggrieved tone, it held a delicious chocolate heat that cut through her surprise and sent shivers all the way down to her toes. She glanced up and saw the most arresting man she'd ever beheld. He was tall, at least six-foot-six, and a wild mane of hair cascaded down his back like golden silk. A simple pale green shirt hung from his massive shoulders, intensifying the emerald of his eyes. Too bad he sported a nasty I-would-kill-you-if-I-could scowl. Otherwise he could've been the exact image of the Prince Charming she'd held in her mind for so long.

“Who are you?” she squeaked.

“Edward.”

“Edward who?”

“Doesn't anybody remember my real name?” His eyes glowed with annoyance. “The Beast. You already forgot about your vow to Fairy Godmother, didn't you?” When she stared at him mutely, he struck his open palm with a fist. “I knew it!”

She rubbed her eyes and looked again. He didn't disappear. She was glad she wasn't standing up, because her knees would probably have given way. “It wasn't a dream?”

“Oh no.” He bared his straight white teeth in something that might've passed for a smile if he'd actually tried to look friendly. “This is very real, and I'm not going anywhere until you help me find Beauty and my dear aunt.”

“Your aunt?”

“Didn't you know? The Evil Witch is my aunt.”

“No wonder you're so charming.”

Edward made a face. “Good Lord no. Don't confuse me with Charming.”

“Huh?”

“He's my annoying twin.”

A mild headache began knocking inside Melinda's temples. “Identical?”

“Technically. But of course I'm the more handsome.”

It was just her luck. All the good-looking men she met were either married, gay or in touch with their inner Narcissus. She wanted to bang her head into her pillows — never against the wall because it would hurt too much. “What a huge mistake.”

“Indeed. You should've stayed in your world, so my aunt couldn't have escaped. Your inconsiderate and foolhardy actions have caused all of us many problems.”

“Not that.” She glared at him. “I should never have complained about your looks. Then you would've stayed a Beast.”

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