“I’m broken,” I murmured, feeling Caldris’s arms tighten around me. He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine as the first tear slid free from my eye. It fell onto the pillow as he leaned forward, kissing the top of my head. “I think we all are, in our own ways,” he said, the words a soft assurance. He didn’t try to convince me that I wasn’t. He didn’t try to heal me. He just held me, loved me—jagged, broken pieces and all. “I love you,” I said softly, snuggling into his chest as he pulled me tighter. His scent filled my lungs, the steady throbbing of his heart reminding me of home. This was where
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