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“Did I say something wrong?” she whispered, her brows furrowed with worry.

“No.”

“You’re angry.”

“I am, but not at you.”

“At what?” she hurried, needing to know.

“At the fact that they hid such a thing from you.”

She let out a breath. “What is the truth? If you say it, I can believe because you’re a mirror man.”

“A mirror man.”

She nodded. “You reflect the truth about people like a mirror.”

He considered that, then turned in his chair deciding to use his mirror powers on her. “The truth is, Mia, I’ve been alive for thirty-eight years and in all those years, I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. That is the truth.”

She gasped several times as he returned to whittling.

“You’re telling the truth,” she whispered, astonished.

“I am,” he assured, his fury dark now.

“I don’t understand their hate,” she barely said.

What a fucking mess they’d made of her. “It’s called evil.”

“But…I’ve never done anything wrong, I’ve always been very careful to follow all the rules. Husband was very strict, I learned perfect obedience.”

He was ready to go gut that fuck. “A lot of good that did you,” he said. “Why do you call him that? Husband. Doesn’t he have a name?”

She nodded. “He doesn’t allow me to use it.”

“What a piece of fucking work,” he muttered.

She gave a sound that drew his gaze up. A smile. He stared at her, a diamond flashing its most blinding facet. “You’re so angry.”

He tore his gaze from her and stared at the piece of dumb wood in his hands. “Angry no. Furious, yes. Enraged, yes. Wanting to kill the man who hurt you, a thousand yes’s. That’s what I am.”

“You should have married a woman.”

So he’d been told.

“I’m very practiced in the art of sexual obedience.”

Geeze, fuck me.

“That’s great, now you just need a man that doesn’t abuse that gift.”

“But I’m already married.”

“No, I don’t think you are,” he begged to differ, glaring at her suddenly confused face. “Marriage is a contract. It has rules. You break them, you break the contract. You break the marriage. Wife-Beater broke the contract when he hit you, and then broke the marriage. Unless he changes his evil ways, you are not bound to him, nor should you be.”

“This is your custom?” she asked, sounding astonished.

“It is the law in these lands. And youdolive in these lands. And I have a God-given directive to protect those rights and you,inthese lands.”

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