“You care for him.” It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. Truth. I opened my mouth as I glanced over at him, my stomach tumbling as if I’d slipped from Gala—from the horse Nyktos had gifted me. “I do,” I whispered. That grin remained as he arched a brow. “I know.” “Well, glad that’s established.” I cleared my throat, facing the road. “I knew that before you were ready to admit it to yourself.” “Congratulations,” I muttered. “Why do you think I told you to go to him when he needed to feed?” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “I knew you needed to help him. Not wanted. Not because you
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