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She shook—the admission of her love for the man who led next to her was not as surprising as one might have thought—it felt a natural thing. But from what he could gather, the feeling was not mutual, and he pulled her closer, smoothing kisses to her brow before moving down, nuzzling to her nape. Unrequited love—or, the realization that the one you loved with such a passion did not return in the same measure…

Yeah, that hurt. He knew that brand of betrayal, and how deeply rooted the heartache went. Had he not loved Ibis all the more than she had ever loved him? Her admittance that the children he had raised were not his own, as she had led him to believe?

“How can you not be their mother, Silvertongue?” The words a whisper—asking to understand.