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Her hurt expression twisted my heart, but maybe that was good. If she hated me, perhaps she’d reject me or stop hoping for anything between us, because nothing would ever happen.
“You know…” she whispered. “I always believed I wouldn’t find my mate, and if I did, he wouldn’t notice me. I’m not like my sister—I’m quiet, plain. I don’t turn heads or become the center of attention, so I thought it wouldn’t matter if I sacrificed myself. It’s not like I’d ever experience what she had. But I never thought the reason my mate wouldn’t want me was because he feared he’d hurt me.”
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Yeah, she really did get unlucky, didn’t she?
“I know I’m being selfish for making you tell me if you wanted me,” she continued. “I just wanted to know someone did. I d
