![]() ![]() She played in the water, grew flowers, liked pretty dresses, and made silly little plans for the future. She was a silly girl, the Rose of Tigris, pretty and dumb in the way the very young sometimes are. Then she’d had her son, and he’d needed a grandmother. Kate had needed a mother, and I had stepped in to fill the spot, never expecting anything in return. My niece had changed me in a way she would never fully understand. I had taught Kate everything she needed to know to survive. There was no place for me in their world now. A woman had certain expectations after being resurrected, to live life to its fullest. I didn’t go in-they kept their door locked-but I sensed them beyond it, warm and safe together. I’d checked on her, her husband, and their son before I left the house. Although there’d been a few blonds in my lifetime. ![]() I was used to better horses too, although the Friesian was pretty and he stomped down the quiet crumbling road with great enthusiasm. We have time now, right?”Ĭurran grinned at me. ![]()
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