His voice was like ice, but those eyes… They were filled with sadness. “No.” Lessia reached out to grip his hand. “I came back for Ellow. For you.” Loche’s eyes softened, and he took another step—right into her space. “You came back for me?” he rasped, tilting his head down. “I—” Well, shit.
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