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Anger.

This was not that, that much he knew. The heavy churn in him was not the flames of a destructive rage. It was more like a storm. One that brewed overseas and had come to him with strong winds.

Not anger. He told her honest.

He was embarrassed, he felt a fool. So boyish in the face of such strong woman.

Why had he ever thought him?

Tightly he closed his eyes, willing himself away, but for once he did not have it in himself to run away.