“When we were in Kandala,” he says, “I should have made some declarations.” He pauses, studying me. “I regret that I didn’t, because now I worry that I’m too late.” “You’re not too late,” I say softly. “I love you, Tessa,” he says, and I inhale sharply, because I wasn’t ready for him to come right out with it. He touches a finger to my lips. “Let me finish.” I nod. “I have always loved you,” he says. “I love your brilliance and your courage. I love your faith in me, and your faith in my brother, and your faith in Kandala.” His hand slides to my cheek, and his blue eyes soften, filling my
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