Kiera's POVI stepped back from the book, wiping my eyes with my elbows. If nothing else, my mind was steeled. Whoever was responsible for this, I would find out, no matter what it took. I walked back to the room and lay down in the bed beside Theron. I looked to him. My heart sunk. I had hated the wrong man all of this time. Why was he so sorry? Did he regret leaving me? What exactly had I done? I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come, but it didn't. So I lay there, eyes wide, waiting for dawn. By morning, women filled the room, running around and giving me thing after another to drink or rub to help with my wounds. I recognized every potion, every ointment, but I could not argue as I let them do their jobs and thought about what I had witnessed in that study. ‘I'm sorry, Kiera.’Was he truly sorry, or was I dreaming it up? I thought about it, sending myself back to five years ago. What exactly had happened that day? He'd rejected me, yes. But why was he sorry? Why did he fe
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