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I walked around the dining table, straightening the place settings, fixing the ribbons—not that they needed it. I just needed something to do. Something to keep my mind off the coming meal.
“Why did we have to invite them again?” I said, knowing Bran stood behind me, even though he hadn’t made a sound. I could feel his gaze on me.
“Because it’s Christmas, they’re your family, and that’s just what you do.”
I turned and looked at him. With a soft smile, he pushed off the doorjamb he’d been leaning against and crossed the room.
“It’s going to be all right,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.
I closed my eyes and leaned into him, feeling a bit of the tension leave my body. Not all of it—not even close, but a bit. He ran his palms up and down my back slowly.
“I don’t know that I can forgive them for everything,” I admitted quietly. “They were thoughtless and cruel and…and…”
“They were,” he agreed. “And you don’t have to forgive them. You want I should call them now and tell them to bugger off?”
I choked out a laugh and burrowed closer. “Tempting…but no. How they behave tonight—towards me, towards you—will help decide if I can let them back into my life.”
“There’s a girl,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It really is going to be all right.”
I pulled back and met his gaze. “Yeah, but it isn’t right now.”
“No, it isn’t,” he said solemnly, bringing his hands up to cup my face. “But we are. No matter what—we’re all right.”