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He’s going to come, I realize.

I’d grin if I weren’t so close to following him. “We don’t have to stop.”

Biting my shoulder, his body convulses as he comes undone, his movements becoming jerky.

They’re still enough to have me following him over the edge, whimpering as this one is as mind-blowing as the last was.

Hatter doesn’t stop fucking me. If anything, he doubles down.

Tossing a leg over his chest, I twist onto my knees, his cock never leaving my center as I get on all fours for him to sink into me deeper. Harder.

I need it.

I need more.

I need him.

I love him.

It’s the moment I realize I have to save Wonderland. I have to save him. I have to save his home.

I have to save mine.

Because he’s home.

Wonderland is home because he’s my fucking home.

A tear sheds down my cheek as Hatter grips my hips and drives deeper.

With my hands gripping the sheets for leverage, and tears falling down my face, I scream his name as we fuck long into the night, trying like hell to hold on to these memories for the coming strife.

For the coming separation.

“I love you so fucking much,” he roars, coming inside me for a second time.

“Hatter, language!” I scream, buckling once more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

BOOKS, TRAINING, AND MAGICAL BLADES

It’s been two weeks since Hatter left. It’s been two weeks since I woke up to a note on my pillow explaining that he couldn’t face our goodbye, so he left before I could wake.

Part of me was furious, but I knew he was right. I wouldn’t have let him go. I would have begged him, pleaded with him, used every dirty trick in the book, including falling on my knees before him, to get him to either stay with me or allow me to go.

On our last night together, I decided that training and saving this world and, subsequently, the man that I love mattered more than any fears I had.

So that’s what I’ve been doing.

Training.

Cirius hasn’t been easy on me—every bone, muscle, and tissue in my body throbs. My world has turned upside down, and I now have hardened muscles, whereas before, I had cushy pockets of fat. All because of the giant training me as if I’m going to win a war single-handedly.

Based on the scrolls, I guess I’m expected to.

I know the whole of Wonderland will be behind me. They won’t let me fail. I just hope their blind confidence in me isn’t the thing that gets me killed.

“Today’s the day,” Cirius says, swinging the Vorpal Blade before him. Its metal glints in the bright sun above, and I swallow.