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A Restless Night
Tilting her head back to look up at him, Nim froze. Blatant pain marring her face. “Why wouldn’t you just say it then?”
Because it would've been a lie.
“Honor is everything. Honor your woman, your child, your ground and above all, we honor truth.” He quoted the Harbinger code. “It wouldn't have been the truth. And I had no intention of ever honoring the words they were demanding me to say. I'd never have left you alone.”
“You could’ve died.” She gasped. “They burnt you and cut you.”
"Burnt!" Almora interjected in appall.
Nim hadn't gotten to that part of the story.
They'd beat him. Then they tortured me. Trying to get me to say it.
He looked at her as though she’d gone mad. Lifting his tunic he gestured to his muscled chest and abdomen. “I have not a mark on me.”
It wasn't enough.
He turned to expose his bare back to her before dropping his shirt. "That is far from the worst b
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