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Chapter 96: Trying

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Rowan's POV

That night I left Calla's room, I vowed that it would not be like that.

Her words had hurt more than any sword. She had suffered alone, been spurned, not recalled, forgotten not by me, by me, her wife, her mate.

I was recalling the expression on her face of tears streaming on her cheeks when she had said she would not so easily pardon.

I had not thought that forgiveness would be so willingly received, but watching her shatter under the ruins of her sorrow had shattered something inside of me.

But despite all the agony, I had seen it, the fire of love still intensely burning in her eyes, beneath the pain. It was not extinguished. It could not be.

So I decided on the matter of whether or not I would stand before her anymore with hollow apologies and pleadings.

I would demonstrate it to her. Slowly, minute by minute, I would demonstrate to her that I could be the man she had at one point trusted me enough to be.

The first thing was easy: Asher.

I would find myself returning
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