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**Evelina's POV**
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“Because he didn’t want her to coerce him into using the bond against you,” Amaya revealed, sad eyes steady on me. “Why else do you think he never came for you sooner? One of the reasons was that as long as his mamma was alive, he couldn’t expose you to her. He didn’t want a situation where he had to choose between you two.”
And in that moment, I felt Amaya’s sadness as well. Sadness for the young boy who’d grown up being filled to the brim with so much hate. Sadness for the man who’d had to hide the identity of his mate from his mother, to protect her. To protect me.
Sorrow poured into me like a flood, drowning me in the weight of a young boy’s love for his mother, twisted and distorted by the poison of hate. He’d loved his mamma. But I hated her. Who did
