Seraphine’s POV I woke with his name on my lips and lay still for a moment, my heart pounding as I waited to see if anyone had heard me. No one knocked or called out. I told myself that meant I was safe, though I did not quite believe it. The walls of this house had never kept a secret from him before, not when we had been something to each other, and I did not know if that had changed simply because I wore another woman’s face now. I got up, splashed water over my face from the basin, and tried to hold on to the dream. My own voice answering him as though nothing between us had ever gone wrong. It slipped away as dreams always did, leaving only the ache behind, sharp beneath my ribs where the mark sat. There was a tray outside my door when I opened it, with bread, a boiled egg, and water. There was no note. I ate standing at the window, watching the warriors run drills in the yard below, and tried not to search their faces for him. He found me an hour later, standing in the doo
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