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Her words would certainly have stung the matriarch of Epoch. How could they not? She considered Tamar as a sister, and she had just revealed to her that it was Reyson she would choose—and yet it was merely fact. Just as Meadow would expect Tamar to choose her own family—of course she should… But strange events, hurt words, and circumstances had brought the possibility to them that the choice might need to be made in the end.

So when Tamar hesitated, reaching for her, but waffling, Meadow was swift to inch closer to the other woman, feeling the sorrow burn in her chest as she made to press her forehead against that of the Morphe’s. “I love you, Tamar. You are more of a sister to me than my own ever were.”