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2023-12-23 04:39:10I wanted to back out.
I didn’t want to go.
But I’d given him my word and I knew that the hell he’d make me pay this time would involve public humiliation and possibly the murder of my husband.
The man who’s name currently protects me.
I put on a simple muslin dress with laces up the front and a pull over vest. Walking across that meadow on hesitant feet.
I drew a long breath, trying to control my feverish sweating. I clenched my fists and fought the urge to run back to that castle the way I had that first day.
Maybe I could persuade them to keep him out. I looked back.
“You’ve come too far to run now.” Alaric stood at the edge of the trees. Concealed from the view of the towers by a broad treetop. His shoulder rested against the trunk and his arms were crossed over his muscled chest as he watched me. Sensing what I was thinking.
I rather disagreed with him. I thought I could make it back.
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