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Delilah. “Did something happen at the gym before I walked in? Between you and Thorn?” Scar asks and I look at him for a good second. We are working side by side in my study, our movements are harmonious and purposeful, as we diligently restore order to the study. Scar arranges the scattered books on the shelves, his firm yet delicate hands aligning each spine. Meanwhile, I wipe away the remnants of time from the table. “No. Nothing happened.” I lie to his face. “Okay, one lie. Let’s try again. Why are you moving back into the room?” Scar asks. “I have to. You won’t understand.” I say to him. “I think I do, Delilah. He is your mate and you are his. I know Nessa may have made you see strength in yourself. But there’s nothing wrong with forgiveness…” Scar says. “It’s too early to be