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“You wished for time,” Aldrik explained. “I heard each utterance when you beseeched time to stop, for mornings not to come. I want you to know I shared your every sentiment. I wanted to give you the promise of my minutes, my hours, my days.” His long fingers curled around hers, around the watch. “My future is yours, Vhalla Yarl.”
“What more could you possibly want from me that I have not already given you?”
Her question wasn’t rhetorical, and she waited for his response. The only benefit of doing so was watching the truth dawn on him.

