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rejected him, he was utterly destroyed by seeing that same look on Faith's beloved face. He jerked his head away, unable to look at her.
    She fucking hates me now!
    Gavin was catapulted back in time, twenty years in the past, to Lena's room, where he had painfully broken the mating connection while Lena slept. Her room had been decorated with every imaginable Christmas decoration and he had fought through the fires of hell, the scent of pine surrounding him. Every so often he would hear the sound of tinkling bells and Christmas music chiming the hour on her Christmas clock. He didn't know how often he had heard the music, how many hours had passed, losing track of time as fire devoured his body and soul, burning him alive.
    When it was over, he had stumbled through the house, knowing he had to escape before his presence was discovered and the sun began to rise. But leaving had not been easy; he’d been unable to use his magic due to the precarious hour close to dawn and his depleted condition. His only option had been to drag himself out of the home on foot, every step agony, every movement torture.
    Christmas was torment and he hated every single thing that reminded him of that night twenty years ago.
    "Gavin. Are you all right?" Faith's voice was concerned. Agitated.
    No! He wasn't fucking all right. He would never be all right. After seeing the look on Faith's face, knowing what he would have to go through to break the mating connection with her , he'd never survive.
    "Gavin, you're scaring me. Please talk to me."
    He couldn't look at her, couldn’t speak to her. Gavin felt like his heart had been cut from his chest and ripped forcefully from his body, leaving him raw and bleeding. His legs gave way, forcing him to sit on the sofa. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to rest against the back of the couch. The scent of pine, the tree, the music had triggered so many painful memories. But reliving the most excruciating hours of his life was nothing compared to seeing the look on Faith's face, the realization that he was going to lose her. Hell, breaking the connection with Lena would seem like a little bitch slap compared to losing Faith.
    Faith is my true mate, the woman who should have been chosen for me. Lena was a mistake, Changeling magic gone wrong.
    His wolf howled in agreement, a horrible jarring yowl of despair that echoed in Gavin's soul.

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    Faith kneeled at Gavin's feet, feeling helpless. His face looked ravaged, and the pain she saw clawed at her.
    Placing her hand softly on his thigh, she closed her eyes, concentrating on penetrating his thoughts. Gavin had worked on helping her to connect, to share thoughts with her. Maybe it was intrusive when he was obviously upset, but she was desperate to help him, to ease his discomfort. She wasn't sure if it was caused by the mating instinct or the fact that she had fallen head over heels in love with the handsome werewolf, but she didn't give a shit. Something was wrong and she needed to help him.
    She flinched as she broke through the barrier, delving into his thoughts and memories. Bombarded, she focused, filtering through over three hundred years of memories, concentrating on only the last several minutes.
    Faith connected, flinching and jerking as she saw every memory, every thought that Gavin had experienced in the last several minutes...and then she wept.
    Oh God, how her Gavin had suffered, how he still suffered. All because of some wimpy bitch that hadn't been able to handle what he was, who he was.
    Tearing her glasses off, she set them on the coffee table. Her forehead resting against his knee, she wept openly, sobbing out the pain that she knew that Gavin never would.
    He thinks I'm rejecting him. That he has to go through that nightmare again.
    She felt Gavin's big hand sift though her hair, silently comforting her. Comforting her , when she was crying for his pain.
    She jerked her head up, wiping the tears from her face. Crawling up his body, she