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“There are those who scorn the path of the Prophets,” Winn said. “Those who would turn you against me.”
“I know,” Kira murmured, gazing up at Winn from where she lay, both hands resting beside her head on the pillow, a soft blush across her cheeks.
Winn knelt above, her unbound hair hanging loose, brushing Kira’s bare chest.
“Promise me you will never let them lead you astray,” Winn said.
But what she meant was, promise you won’t stop loving me.
“I promise,” Kira said, yet Winn thought she saw a flicker of a terrifying emotion in her eyes.
Doubt.