Finally, Tarquin moved forward with her in his grasp, Siriano at his side, and a squad of soldiers with him. She struggled in his hold, trying to break free, until at last he released her, and she ran to Veron, into his waiting arms. His embrace closed around her, and held her close, kissed the top of her head, and when she looked up at him, brushed her lips with his. Holy Mother’s mercy, after hurting him as she had, she had no right to this, to him, and he should push her away, shun her, hate her, but even knowing all of that, in this one moment, she couldn’t fathom not holding him with
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