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He wanted her, and he hated her for it

She and Mordaunt had been drawn to each other in sleep—by the oddness of the unconscious, by the strange logic of souls. The healer in the arms of a killer, the sinner entangled with the saint. They lay as two halves of a whole, fragments held together in a new form, and it was wrong yet right, and so it was ugly-beautiful.