“Jem, I must tell you something.” He looked at her. She could see the black in his eyes, threads of black alongside the silver, beautiful and strange. “It’s about Will. About Will, and me.” “He loves you,” Jem said. “I know he loves you. We spoke of it before he left here.” Though the coldness had not returned to his voice, he sounded suddenly almost unnaturally calm. Tessa was shocked. “I didn’t know you had ever talked of it with each other. Will did not say.” “Nor did you ever tell me of his feelings, though you knew for months. We all have our secrets that we keep because we do not want to
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