“You want to know my truth?” he asked, that deep voice soft and rough all at once. “Today I was unsettled.” He ran his tongue along his teeth. “I couldn’t feel my galdur. I thought I might have lost it forever.” A look of discomfort crossed his face. “And I did what I always do. I kept everyone out and weathered it alone.” His gaze landed on her, pinning her in place. “I’m not used to letting people in,” he admitted. “And I’m not used to voicing my…sentiments.” His lip curled up in obvious distaste. The tension in Silla’s stomach eased just a touch. “I should have considered you might take my
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