One still trickled down my cheek, and a warm, rough hand caught it before it dripped over my nose. “You can’t read?” Blinking through wet lashes, I found Ruslan’s hand cupping my cheek, wearing an agonized expression, as if my pain hurt him just as much as it hurt me. “No.” My confession was a hoarse whisper, the saltiness that dropped from my eye holding all my shame. “I can’t stand to see you sad,” he whispered as another tear slipped free, taking a little of my broken heart with it. “I may want to conquer the continent, but I am telling you that now, not scheming to make it seem like it was
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Swoon again
