“Do you want the truth, Emma?” The lift of her shoulders was more shiver than shrug. “Why not? We have always had honesty, if nothing else.” “The truth is this.” He took her in his arms. “I cared for Annabelle Worthing’s feelings more than I cared for yours.” She sobbed and struggled. “Then let me go.” “I’d sooner die.” He lashed his right arm around her waist and used his good hand to cup her chin, tilting her face to his. Holding it tight, forbidding her to turn away. “Look at me.” She sniffed, blinking away the rain. He gripped her chin and gave her head a little shake. “Damn it, Emma. Look
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