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Malachi recognised that he had made Ronan angry and shifted slightly in his seat.
He sucked air in over his teeth. "Curi on bed rest... I can't imagine that she's handling it well. Is the cottage... is all the damage, fixed? She wouldn't let me touch it. Thinking of her in all that has eaten away at me." This admission was made in a low voice, Malachi was ashamed that he had left her like he had.
Malachi smiled when Ronan mentioned the garden. "I've always loved that garden. Whenever I think of it I see Prometheus swinging from a tree by one hand like a monkey." He laughed. "Has she told you much about Metheus?"
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