13/02/2026 08:31

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I don't love him. A tangle of black hair fell into his eyes, and they glittered like black jewels from that fall of hair. I put my arms behind his head, and drew him down for a kiss. He looked up at me, full face, not so much angry anymore, but not happy.

That Richard would not hurt me, not in that way, but the fear had a mind of its own. He lowered me to the ground, but kept an arm around me like he expected me to collapse at any minute. He won't rot. You never told me that, she said.