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141. New World with You
~ CARA ~
There was an incredible moment when Rig started putting images and memories in my head—they were so much more than anything I could see with my eyes. Colored by feelings and sensations.
He showed me the night he'd first accepted the bond, back when I was still completely ignorant.
I felt the dual resolution and resignation in him, the knowledge that he was doomed to love me for the rest of his life whether I could feel the bond or not. The fear he'd felt that I wouldn't believe he'd committed to me.
And his disgust with himself when I thought he was still sleeping with others.
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