' s voice whispered from t
cket falling from his numb f
, filling the dead
rugged you, Marcus. S
ed, a hand t
wore my veil. Sh
remembered confusion, a s
voice went on, laced with old pain. "My pain. Bu
ruly looked at her. She
id. "My 'sensitive nature.' They wanted to marry m
s face turning red. M
ed. "You declared your love for me. You gave
ar: Eliza' s face, shining with ho
even gave me the Covenant Medallion. Y
rding cl
le
ket, then at Abigail, th
a mask of d
im. "Did you protect her?" she asked
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