![]() ![]() Unfortunately, there was no way to turn back time. He would die ten thousand more deaths if only he could have saved her the pain of that one night. But time had robbed him of everything except the agony he had caused her. To feel the warmth of her fingers on his lips. If he could have one wish, it would be to remember the exact sound of her voice. ![]() He clasped her delicate hand in both of his, then laid his cheek against the cold stone palm. And he loved her still for the quiet kindness she had given him. In a life that was measured by brutal formality and harshness, she had been his only refuge. Unable to breathe, he reached up and touched her marble hand. Crippled by the guilt that the last sounds he had heard as a mortal man had been her wrenching sobs as she called out for his help. ![]() Closing his eyes, he felt crippled by the pain of her loss. A place she still occupied-even after two thousand years. It was nothing compared to the sacred place that the woman herself had held within his heart while she had lived. ![]() "Happy birthday, Agrippina," Valerius said as he laid a single red rose at the feet of the marble statue that held a sacred place in his home. ![]()
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