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I love him, and I love us together more than I love myself. I will do what you ask, but if,” Kara swallowed hard, “…if I lose him, I’ll join him in death.” Vena resisted the urge to stroke the fine mass of dark curls away from the heart-shaped face that gazed at her so fiercely. The woman who faced her, proudly announcing her ability to choose, was no longer the winsome, pliable girl of the garden.
