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... t sharp. It was not commanding. It was gentle—terribly, achingly gentle.
He stiffened. The word carried warmth like a balm pressed against fresh burns, and he hated it.
Hated how it slid beneath his armor, past the rage, past the carefully layered scorn, and threatened to remind him that he was still human enough to be touched.
She stood there in her veil and gown, white hair cascading like a fall of starlight. Crystal-blue eyes searched his face, and for a moment he almo ...
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