Sicarius, Amaranthe said quietly.He bent low, eyes toward her face.With the men laughing and talking up front, and the lorry clacking and chugging as the stack billowed black smoke into the air, this was scarcely a romantic spot. But maybe it did not matter. His response would not likely be to wrap her in his arms and kiss her. Whatever response he gave — if he gave one at all — she anticipated it would sting.I…uhm… Amaranthe forced herself to meet his gaze. I love you.A long moment passed. She did not remember breathing.Sicarius nodded infinitesimally. I know.
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