reached out her hand. And interlaced their
fingers. “I love you,” she whispered.
He was glad he was lying down. The words
would have knocked him to his knees. Even
now, he was half inclined to bow before her,
the true owner of his ancient, wicked heart.
“I have loved you,” she went on, “from the
moment you came to fight for me against
Vernon and the ilken.” The light in her eyes
stole his breath. “And when I heard you were
somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I
wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was
the only thing that mattered.”
Once, he might have scoffed. Declared that
far bigger things mattered, in this war
especially. And yet the hand grasping his ...
He’d never known anything more precious.
Lorcan ran his thumb over the back of her
hand. “I am sorry, Elide. For all of it.”
“I know,” she said softly, and no regret or
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