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Alone
Knox’s POV I rubbed my chest. It ached more and more the further we got from Winter Harvest. Unless Aira rejected me, it was going to hurt that way for the rest of my life. But I knew I’d done the right thing. At least I thought I’d done the right thing. No, I had done the right thing. Maybe. Probably. Yes. After all, and it had taken a while for me to come to this conclusion, I wanted to marry Aira not because she had to marry me, but because she loved me. And since she didn’t love me back, it was over. It was going to make my infrastructure projects hell, that was for certain, but I wasn’t going to saddle her to me just because I wanted timber. It wasn’t right, as Aaron had said from the beginning. Now, without any hope of a relationship with Aira on the horizon, I had to think to t
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