innocent, and that was what endeared me to him. I could look at myself as innocent through his eyes; feel myself as innocent as his lips pressed up against mine. It was a love that I knew was fleeting, but for just brief moments in time while with him I was distracted from these thoughts, and I could be-

His lips were pulled violently away from mine. My eyes shot open, no longer seeing Camipides in front of me.

“The well?” the growling voice of Lesipides raced through my ears and stopped my heart.

There stood my husband, his face twisted into a scowl, holding a dagger to Camipides throat. I dropped to my knees, silently pleading for his life. But I already knew that it was hopeless. People like Lesipides did not have the capacity for mercy.

“Kill me instead,”...

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