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me.
Wonder.
Fear.
Possession.
All tangled together under the armor he wore so well.
“How far along?” he asked quietly.
“Almost seven weeks.”
He closed his eyes briefly.
One hand pressed against the back of his neck, as if suddenly he could not breathe right.
I had never seen Damen uncertain before.
Not once.
Men twice his age feared him. Politicians listened continue reading …
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