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She felt it then, the dressing from the wrap on his left hand. Just like her father had told her it would be. Her gaze went from his hand, to his face, and then back again.
Hassan had pulled his hand back then, but it was too late. "Mama, that's not, -"
"You took the oath." She had always heard that having a broken heart was a real thing, but for the first time, she actually felt the strain in her chest, just as a tear fell. "You're one of them."
Everything she had been told, from The Council, to the ceremonies and blood oaths, down to the Castillo name; it was all true. And he had done nothing but lie to her from day one.