“Tess.” His voice was ever so gentle. “That must have been quite a nightmare, to have taken the spirit out of you so. Usually you are not afraid of much.” “It was awful. Even Henry was in my dream. He was taking apart my heart as if it were made of clockwork.” “Well, that settles it,” Will said. “Pure fantasy. As if Henry is a danger to anyone except himself.” When she didn’t smile, he added, fiercely, “I would never let anyone touch a hair on your head. You know that, don’t you, Tess?” Their gazes caught and locked. She thought of the wave that seemed to catch at her whenever she was near
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