"Yes, you would be," she says slowly, her eyes almost glowing. "He can't have me. Not anymore. Not after all he has done, will do. Come now, Mary Anne. Haven't you wondered about it? About who he thinks of when you give him your body?" Coira smiles faintly. "I was the only woman he ever married. Swore forever to."
The bitterness and jealousy was there because Mary Anne was free to love and have Ciaran, while she had been forced by Knowledge and hatred to turn from him. Bound from him, though her heart still ached to have him back.
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The bitterness and jealousy was there because Mary Anne was free to love and have Ciaran, while she had been forced by Knowledge and hatred to turn from him. Bound from him, though her heart still ached to have him back.