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Edward, who’d known the fah to know that the truth would destroy the a son as not his, but if he had ever learned that her lover had been his own brother…

Gareth felt hi support beyond his oo legs Maybe it was a blessing that it had taken this long for the truth to be revealed

“Gareth?”

Hyacinth hispering his na into his with a soft gentleness that made his heart ache

He didn’t knohat to think He didn’t knohether he should be angry or relieved He really was a St Clair, but after so rasp And given the behavior of the baron, was that even anything of which to be proud?

He’d lost sowho he here he’d come from, and—

“Gareth”

Her voice again, soft, whispering

She squeezed his hand

And then suddenly—

He knew

Not that it didn’t all matter, because it did

But he knew that it didn’t matter as much as she did, that the past wasn’t as important as the future, and the family he’d lost wasn’t nearly as dear to him as the family he would make

“I love you,” he said, his voice finally rising above a whisper He turned, his heart, his very soul in his eyes “I love you”

She looked confused by his sudden change in de for all the world as if she h It was the sort of expression one made when one had too much happiness to keep it all inside