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His chest ached. He had to tell her, even if she never talked to him. The thought of never seeing her or Lottie again seized him with panic.
He stopped, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.
Letha clung to Bas as he crushed her to him and kissed her as though they would never see one another again. She sensed his anger and fear. As well as the love he tried so hard to deny. She had no idea why he felt this way, but she would do anything within her power to lessen his pain.
Pulling her head back, she grasped his face in her hands. "I'll always be here for you. No matter what."
The anguish and fear in his eyes said he didn't believe her.
She gently shook his head. "I don't know what you are withholding from me, but it would never make me think any less of you."
He growled and pulled her to him, clutching her as if someone were going to come along and tear her away.
"If only I had the strength to tell you," he whispered and kissed her forehead. "Please don't ever hate me. I couldn't bear it."