“Where do you hear such stories?” Haden asked before shoving the rest of his food in his mouth and noisily chewing. Eryx sat quiet a moment before answering, “My father. I used to have difficulty falling asleep at night, so he told me stories before bed.” Out of all the years he had told me stories, I had never asked him how he came to know them. I had assumed he’d heard them around Sparta from the merchants who traveled in and out of the city. Sadness swirled within me, and I ached to reach and touch my lover, but refrained from doing so. Eryx held onto the stories his father had told him,
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