“I am sorry, Stoker.” “For what?” His gaze searched my face. “That I cannot give you this—what Gisela and Maximilian have done today. If you need this, this proper and legal thing in the eyes of the world, I understand. I will release you,” I told him even as I clutched him fiercely. He covered my hands with his own. “Will you change your mind about marriage?” “Never,” I told him. I paused, wondering if I would have to give voice to my feelings, if I could give voice to them. But it seemed he understood much of what was in my heart. “Neither will I,” he replied. “And even if I did, I would not
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