“Why did I ask you to come?” he whispered. “Because I could not do anything else. Even as I sealed the invitation, I raged against myself—my own stupidity and selfishness—and still I could not stop myself.” His fingertips stroked her cheek, the lightest touch, but the tide of fire that washed through her veins was hotter than blood, enough to make her lips part, her body tremble. “I asked you because when I am not with you, Lin Caster, I feel as if some part of me has been torn away. I feel as if I am bleeding, insensible with the pain of a wound no one can see save myself. When you are with
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