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Are you ashamed of what I’ve done?” she dared to ask. His brow creased. “Why would you ever think that?”She couldn’t quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. “Are you?”Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head – but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open – soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. “Never,” he said. “I could never be ashamed of you.
