He covered her hand with his. “You misunderstand me. I am giving it back to you.” Minerva looked up at him, her gray-blue eyes wide and startled. Griff smiled, cupping her cheek. “Hello again, Hatch.” Thankfully, Minerva did not try to deny it, though her throat worked twice for a swallow, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she could speak. “How long have you known?” “Since before I told you the story,” he confessed with a small laugh. “I suspected, especially when I spent enough time looking in your eyes, and then I knew for certain when I did tell you. You didn’t gasp in the
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