But the thought made my gut clench. Made my mouth dry. The wildcat was mine, and I would protect her until she came to that exact realization. So, I’d give her the time she needed—just enough time for her to understand she belonged with me. Even if Prisca hadn’t immediately loathed me the moment she learned who I was, she would have eventually loathed me when she learned the kinds of things I’d done in my brother’s name. The bloodstains on my hands would never wash off. The thought of all that blood hadn’t bothered me for years. Until I’d met Prisca and something inside me—something I’d
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