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... ust have. What mother would not run when given the chance to spirit her child away from a burning city? What mother would not leap at safety, at survival? Was it not the oldest duty of womanhood , to nurture, to protect, to keep the line alive?
But then he met her gaze. Those deep, steady brown eyes. The firmness there was like stone, like iron driven into the earth. And in that instant all doubt drained from him. She meant it. She meant every word.
Confusion flooded him first, t ...
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