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A pink blush made Leo’s expression of misery more acute. “I’m sorry…” She stumbled on the words, unable to go on.

He picked up the wood he’d been carving, just held it. “It doesn’t matter.”

But it had to. Andrea’s throat ached. How apart he must feel; one of the Ronin, but more as well. Was that why he hadn’t yet married? Did he dread his wife discovering who he was and possibly loathing him for it? To be the child of rape...she couldn’t imagine. But this was so much harder. “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” she asked softly.

“No. No family that acknowledges me. Mathin’s other spawn and I don&r

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