Kim South

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Tristan choked on a laugh. “You cannot mean that. You have every right to blame him. The man has no integrity and ran at the first sign of trouble.” “Then I should count myself lucky,” I shot back, “that I did not yoke myself to him for life.” Tristan did not speak and I forced myself to look up at him. His eyes locked on mine, desperate and dark.
A Game of Hearts
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