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"My nightmares were filled with Declan. That was why I couldn't sleep."

She did say it then. "I'm sorry, my king."

They reached the chair they'd once sat on, four weeks ago. To Danika, it felt like ages since the king brought her here before.

When he lowered himself to the wooden chair, she sat beside him, putting some distance between them.