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I… do not know.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

How could such a dreadful thing be considered love?

Tamar had answered him with a glowing smile, a swift confirmation and flush of warmth that filled the room and her features with light. If this was love, Crowfeather could not be sure that he felt it. There was no light in his heart. There was no warmth in the feelings that he had. Perhaps, he thought, I am only a foolish boy after all.

It hurts too much… to be love, the shadow finally whispered.