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her cheeks burned when he said it. she wondered if arsenio ever tired of the sound of his own voice saying foolish things. the guard had followed her, insulted her, demanded her attention, and now stolen the moments of respite she might have had with her mother.

his question tightened the set of her mouth. "i was a daughter."

the more that he pried, the less he would find. "why are you here?" in this place. beside her now. it did not matter. tamar only wanted an answer.