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I’D GIVEN MY heart to my enemy.
I’d fallen.
Fallen.
Fallen.
Hard.
There was no bottom to my affection. No limit to what I would do to protect it.
Jethro was mine and it was up to me....
...up to me to end this.
I was no longer trying to save myself.
I was trying to save him.
From his nightmares.
From himself.
From them.
