We rode for a while before Tillia returned to my side. A stunning smile lit up her face, and it was impossible not to smile back. “That is my husband,” she said. “Halston. He’s been traveling with Zavier. The Guardian told me the other night that he was leaving Perris to join us, but I always worry when we’re apart.” Her husband. Halston. The Guardian had told her about her husband. That’s why they’d been speaking so close. Not because they were together. The relief was instant. The air rushed from my lungs. And with it, a guilt so toxic and ugly it might as well have been fenek poison. I
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