Krista*I slowly turned toward Cassidy, who was watching me anxiously. “Is what Iwan is saying true?” I asked.She bowed her head. “My mate, Mac, had been a warrior.” The words were simple, but there was something in the way she said them that made me understand immediately how much those years of service had meant to her. Pride and grief existed together in her voice, tangled so tightly that I could not have separated one from the other.“He died defending the eastern border,” she added quietly. Her hand rested on the shoulder of her son, who had moved closer to her side. “Before he died, he cultivated the land near our cottage, the small piece that was allocated to us alongside the land for the cottage.”“Allocated to him,” Iwan corrected.Cassidy’s jaw tightened, but she ignored him.“It is not a large piece of land,” she continued, directing her words toward me. “We do not grow enough to become wealthy from it, Luna. But it provides food for my children, and whatever we do not ne
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