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The grave was small, the warmth from the decomposing body close to the surface.
Alec had called in his men to remove the body. He hadn’t wanted her to dig it up herself. She’d seen worse, a lot worse, but when she pointed that out, he only seemed to get more upset. He was determined to shield her as best he could, and in the end it was easier to let him have his way. And though she didn’t say so, she was grateful.
It was always different when little kids were involved.
“Can you tell which child it is?” Alec asked, his voice distant and flat.
He seemed to be taking it better than she was, but she knew better. Alec was as crushed as she was.
“No,” she said, leaning on a tree while they waited. “From here I can tell that there is only one body, not two. And I think the kids were roug
