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"But..." Both men looked over inquiringly when Maximus spoke. "But I never asked you to help me with Noakes." Makepeace nodded, his expression grave. "You didn't have to." "You never had to," St. John concurred."
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Holding her gaze, he sheathed his short sword and pulled the gauntlet off his left hand with his teeth. He held out his bare hand to her. She glanced at the proffered hand before laying her palm in his. Hot strength gripped her tightly as he pulled her upright before him, so close she would've had to move only inches to brush her lips across his throat. She watched the pulse of his blood beat there, strong and sure, before she lifted her gaze. His head was cocked almost as if he were examining her--searching for in her face. She drew in a breath, parting her lips to ask a question.
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"Maximus," she whispered, all moonlight and strength. "I love you. Never forget that."
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Whatever else came tomorrow and for the rest of her life, she would have this moment: this one point in time when she was intimately linked to Maximus. Maximus the man.
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"Diana," he murmured in her ear, licking. "Diana, you are everything I've ever wanted and shall never have." Tears pricked at her eyes and she opened her mouth to sob. "That's it," he said. "Weep for me. Bear my pain. Take my come. For I can give you nothing else."
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He glanced up at her and somehow he'd come back to himself, contained all that terrible sorrow and anger and fear, enough to make ten strong men fall down like babes. Maximus held it all inside of him and straightened his shoulders, his chin level, and Artemis couldn't understand it--where he got the strength to hide that awful, bloody wound in his soul--but she admired him for it. Admired him and loved him. She felt an answering wound open within her own soul, a kind of faint reflection of all the pain he'd endured, just because she cared for him.
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