IN
THE GLOOM of a rainy day, in a city about to be abandoned, with life
changing around them by the minute, Damin turned to Lyra and broke her heart.
“Alyssa
is a good person, Lyra, and I did sleep with her, if that is what you want to
know.”
She
did not want to know. She swallowed convulsively as words of accusation clogged
her throat. Of course five years had passed and she did not expect Damin to
remain celibate, and yet she had hoped he would. As she had been, not that
suitors knocked at her door.
The
naïve country girl had just been disillusioned.
Shrugging,
shoving horrible words down, she jerked around and strode along the wet
streets. Damin followed, wisely saying no more.
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