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... th the surface. But the moment his gaze locked onto hers, his anger didn’t just break—it evaporated. The sight of her tears, raw and shattering, left him utterly defenseless.
"Olivia!" he gasped, his voice frantic with worry. "What is it? Did I hurt you? Did you hurt your hand when you struck me? Why are you crying like this? Tell me, does something else ache?"
His words of comfort were like salt in a wound. Ever since the mention of rebellion and execution, the ghosts of her pre ...
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