“Prince of night, come back and grow old with me.” His mouth drooped at the corners. He glanced at the Elsod, then back to her. “I can’t if you refuse to remain my wife. Will we not sacrifice enough for duty when this is done, Ildiko?” He was right. Here on this high place built by a vanished race who had left their magic and their malice behind them, she finally understood something profound. While duty was the price of privilege, duty nobly fulfilled deserved requital. For what her husband was about to do, he had earned the right to keep the wife he wanted. She cupped his face and pulled him
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