ttachments got men killed. But standing in the Sinclair mansion, watching Eleanor

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had shifted between them. Eleanor no longer avoide

gan had see

the way her hands steadied when he was near, as if drawing strength from

ing Richard Sinclai

vate

a shawl as the autumn breeze whispered through the trees. She sto

He should have turned around a

ut here alone," he

small smile playing at her lips. "Aren

a

searching his. "Do you ev

ed. "What w

be f

war-torn countries, protecting those who couldn't protect themselves. But Eleanor-she

ay," he

at the fountain. "I don't even re

that she could escape, that she wasn't as powerless

, cautiously-and tucked a loos

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r eyes met his, wide and unguarded, and Loga

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, breaking the moment

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only the