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Rocks crunched under Baros’s booted heels. They cracked and splintered, falling to pieces, turning to dust as he made his way to me. I didn’t look up. I didn’t want to see.
There might be pity stretched across his brow. There might be a deep V of resolve. There also was the slimmest chance that there might possibly be an arch of surprise that I would believe him capable of such a betrayal.
“Look at me, Lolo.”
I closed my eyes. It was a stupid thing to do, to have my back turned and my eyes closed in the face of an adversary. But I was a stupid girl. I’d always been stupid when it came to this man. I’d missed so much out of life because I was stupid for him.
I’d never had a boyfriend, only a string of lovers that all paled when I inevitably compared them to him. I’d never been swept
