Waiting for Cain to say more, Lilith stood quietly. From long experience she had learned if she gave him time, he would unburden himself. Maybe that was why they got along so well—she knew when to be quiet. Getting him to divulge his heart required patience. He never liked to reveal his fears, worries, or insecurities. But he revealed them to her.
Motionless, she studied the top of his head, black in the moonlight. He finished tending her leg. He looked up at her but didn’t rise. When he spoke, it was from his position on the ground. Barely above a whisper, his voice sounded unsteady.
“I want a wife.”
It was as if he had punched her in the chest, the impact swift and sudden. A wife!
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