"You're not a male." I stepped back, shock coursing through me. She tilted her head, her dark eyes flashing with amusement.
"I'm sorry," she purred, her porcelain fingers reaching for me to grasp my chin. She jerked me forward. "Am I not you expected when you called upon the great and powerful Rumplestiltskin?"
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Fantasy"Making a deal with Rumplestiltskin is the equivalent to making a deal with the devil." "No, I don't think so." "What makes it different, then?" "The devil doesn't look for loopholes in a deal." "So?" "So . . . Rumplestiltskin looks for loopholes. H...