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342 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2019
...he knew his place here. He was not, and nor would he ever be a lord. He was a commoner. A baseborn bastard. He was the brawn, the fighter, and the killer. He was not what Ara had chosen. He was not a duke. He was the darkness. The reflection of what a duke could never be.
He was nobody's duke.
He had the audacity to wink then, the knave.
Her heart sighed.
He was beautiful.
And he was hers.
She decided there, in the shade of the trees, that whoever this man was, she was going to marry him.
He had feelings for her, in truth. Loathing. Anger. Rage. Betrayal. Those were the sorts of emotions she had left behind along with the scar. And just like the mark upon his flesh, they would disfigure him for his lifetime.
"What we had, Ara, did it ever mean anything to you?" he asked hoarsely.
Her expression turned stricken. "It meant everything to me."
"You are my fate, Clay, and I am yours."
Right or wrong, it was the truth. They were inevitable. Years and betrayal could not keep them apart.
