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He didn’t hide the regret in his eyes. She
had spent years reading men and knew that
every agonized emotion in his face was
genuine. But it didn’t erase what had been
said, and done.
Lysandra put a hand on her chest, right
over her own shredded heart. “I wanted it to
be you,” she said. “After Wesley, after all of
it, I wanted it to be you. What Aelin asked me
to do had no bearing on that. What she asked
me to do never felt like a burden, because I
wanted it to be you in the end anyway.” She
didn’t wipe away the tears that slipped down
her cheeks. “And you threw me into the
snow.”
Aedion slid to his knees. Reached for her
hand. “I will never stop regretting it.
Lysandra, I will never forget a second of it,
never stop hating myself for it. And I am so
—”