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... heavy rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. He tasted copper and salt—blood and sweat. He stood swaying slightly, using the bedpost to keep himself upright, but his eyes remained locked on Rowan.
He had said the words. I will marry her.
Now, he had to make them stick.
He took a breath, wincing as his ribs protested. He looked at his best friend, the man whose knuckles were currently stained with his blood.
"That way," Carcel said, his voice raspy but firm, ...
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