“Poppy,” he wheezed. “Look at me.” Opening my eyes, I shuddered at what I saw. Blood darkened the corners of his too pale lips. “I’m sorry, for…not…protecting you.” His face blurred as I stared at him. The blood wasn’t pouring from the wound as freely now. “You have protected me. You still will.” “I…didn’t.” His gaze trekked over my shoulder to where Lord Mazeen stood. “I…failed you…as a man. Forgive me.” “There’s nothing to forgive you for,” I cried. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” His dulling eyes fixed on me. “Please.” “I forgive you.” I rocked forward, dropping my forehead to his. “I forgive
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i was not prepared to cry
