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Her gaze widened. “You did?”
He nodded. “There were two lines … at the end … I thought you might like.”
“Aye?”
“I am the spring that follows winter … the seed of hope in barren lands.”
She flashed him a smile that made his breathing quicken just a little. “That’s beautiful.”
“Aye … it reminds me of you.”
Her eyes darkened. “It’s not like you to flatter, Alar,” she said, a husky note creeping into her voice.
“It’s not flattery, mo rùin, but the truth. You’re what Albia … and its people … need.” He paused then, his grip tightening around her waist. “And you’ve certainly broughtthiscynical heart back to life.”
