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Henry felt a sense of panic as he considered her with someone else. Another man arm and arm with her delicate body. She was a husk of her former self still and if someone treated her poorly . . . he couldn't bear to see that. It was a conflict that raged behind his cool eyes. He was sure that love was an illusion it would not last for someone like him. He knew that their friendship would as he had proven in many of his past dalliances. It would stay sure for as long as they were near each other. This he could hold in his hand and trust that it would stay.