His gaze slid from my face to my flexed fingers. “I see you’re married.” The ring on my left hand had felt heavy since the day Edward had slipped it onto my finger, like it was made of lead instead of gold. “I was married. My husband passed away.” As he stared at me, unblinking, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Did you kill him too?” He couldn’t be serious. “I didn’t kill anyone,” I said, refusing to turn away in case he mistook it as a sign of guilt. “Edward fell off his horse.” At least that’s what the missive from Vellana had said. It must’ve been a terrible accident because
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