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2024-10-29 19:42:56“And once she realizes what she’s done,” Alazar continued. His eyes pleading for Elsabet to understand. “It’ll be too late to redeem her, in the eyes of her people.” Alazar said under his breath. “Something she’ll forever mourn.”
Alazar’s gaze fell.
Perhaps realizing he sounds like a wayward little child crying on our mother’s skirts. There was no denying the hint of envious bitterness invading Sebastian’s thoughts like a sickening plague.
Sebastian had never in his life been so possessive of a woman.
She’s my mate. An annoying little voice reminded him.
Elsabet was listening with an objective expression. All prior judgements quelched.
“I couldn’t bear that. I’m devising a way to save her from that fate.” Alazar added quietly.
To Bast’s shock Elsabet’s face softened at the sincerity in his twins’ words.
Are you kidding me? For him? His jaw went slack. She softens the fortress of her walls,
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