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Her question brought fresh tears to my eyes, and I swiped them away before they fell. “He told me that he had made a promise before meeting me…to Rosalana. He’d already promised her that he’d make her his bride.” My throat closed off, and I was unable to say more as the thought flashed to mind of Rosalana, in a breathtaking wedding gown, walking down the aisle to meet Drake at the altar. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste the iron tang of blood. All three of my friends spoke up at once, their voices a discordant mass that filled the room. Even with my keen hearing, I was unable to discern what they were saying. “Please, please,” I said, “Not all at once.” “What the hell would he want with that slut?” Ballina hissed. Her eyes sparked with rage. “Everyone knows she’s been c
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