Chapter Seven-3

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LEAH PULLED THE SHIRT on over her head. Is this what solitude does to a person? she wondered, scooting herself up and leaning against the headboard. “He should have just stayed at the monastery with the way he leads his life." She couldn't help feeling both spurned and angry. With a heavy sigh, she realized Theron belonged only to himself. That's how he would remain for the rest of his life. Nothing she could do or say would change that. The least she could do was work hard at gaining the strength back in her legs so she could walk out of here with some semblance of dignity and let him carry on with that life. The sound of a knob turning had her looking in the direction of the bathroom. Theron emerged from the room like a naked man rising from the mist of a lustful dream. Only this wasn

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