The step Nora took away felt like a crack through her heart and Morwenna turned her face away, tears of shame and regret brimming in her eyes. This precise moment was what she had always feared.

Elinor Goyle had been a grown woman when Morwenna met her and she didn’t hold any fanciful notions of her protégé being akin to a daughter…except for the fact that she held the young woman’s esteem in the same regard she did Mason’s. And God help her she hadn’t even realised it until now.

“I’ll understand if you’d prefer not to help me,” Morwenna croaked out, wondering how she could ever have thought that the pain in her body was difficult to bear. How was she to live with knowing she had lost Elinor’s respect?

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat