CHAPTER SEVENLIORA’S POVThe moment Darren spoke my name, everything I had been holding back crashed through me like a dam breaking.Relief, fear, grief, and a desperate hope I didn’t want to feel, all surged forward at once, threatening to drown me.I rushed toward him, needing the comfort of someone who had always protected me, someone who had always seen me as more than worthless.But I stopped short, suddenly aware of the water still dripping from my soaked dress, the grime from the dungeon coating my skin. I was filthy, unfit to even stand near him.I dropped into a clumsy curtsy instead, my wet hair falling forward to hide my face.“My lord,” I managed to whisper.“To hell with that,” Darren said roughly, and then his arms were around me, pulling me against his chest despite my protests. “How have you been, Liora? Are you hurt?”That simple question, spoken with such genuine concern, shattered what li
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