“Did it bother me ere the accident?” she asked anxiously. “Was I unkind or cruel to him about the scar before I lost my memory? Because if I was . . .” “If ye were?” Saidh prompted when she fell silent. “Then I was a fool,” she said sadly. “My husband is the kindest, most considerate man alive, and the scar does not take away from that. He is handsome. The scar merely adds a rakish air to his good looks. If I was too blind or foolish to see that ere hitting my head, then I was a stupid, shallow child.” Much to Jetta’s confusion, Saidh suddenly beamed and tugged her into a firm hug, saying,
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