“Do you love her?” The ferryman stilled, turning back to face me for a moment. Something almost human passed over the gaunt face that remained unnaturally still. “Your mate is … unique,” he said finally, his voice inhumanly low. “That doesn’t answer my question,” I said, wanting the answer for the benefit of Estrella. She’d mourned her father, spent a life grieving for him. If she was nothing more than a duty to the ferryman, a service to the Fates, then she deserved to know the truth. She deserved the opportunity to carve him from her heart once and for all. The ferryman cast his eyes to the
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