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Chapter 8-4
“Does it pain you to know he could have been yours?” I looked up to see Morgan draped in the doorway, arms crossed defensively. She was right. He could have been my son had Aggrivane and I married. I shifted Llew’s weight in my arms. Now that she mentioned it, it did hurt, but I wouldn’t let her know. “Does it pain you to be such a shrew?” I snapped back. Morgan pushed off the doorframe and moved back to let the maid through. “Suit yourself. I don’t have to help you.” I would have let her go if Camille hadn’t woken right then, mumbling incoherently. I handed Llew to Morgan and rushed to her side, cupping her forehead. “Her fever is worsening.” Morgan laid Llew next to Camille in the bed. Without a word, she stripped off her cloak, rolled up the sleeves of her tunic, and rattled off
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