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That pulled a real smile from him.
A small one.
But real.
And in that moment, I understood the truth I had been resisting since the night he found me in Albany.
Damen’s world frightened me.
His power frightened me.
His enemies frightened me.
But the way he looked at our unborn child did not.
That look was not strategy.
Not control.
Not image.
It was love.
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