Bride For The Blind Don
“Marry a blind man?”
She laughed—bright, cutting.
“Oh, stop with the blindness charade,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “We both know you aren’t truly blind. If you were, tell me—how exactly did you manage to fancy her so quickly?”
She flung her arm toward me.
My ears rang. The words hit like cold water poured straight down my spine.
Blind?
Zeden wasn’t blind?
All this time—the careful way he moved, the way he seemed to track every sound, every shift in the room, every breath I took—he could see?
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