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... , brittle and burning, each one a sharper retort she should’ve thrown at him. Should’ve, but didn’t.
Because it wasn’t worth it. Because she’d already lived through this before.
Lucavion didn’t owe her anything?
Fine.
Then she’d stop expecting anything at all.
But then—
Just as her foot touched the edge of the path—
"...That cup."
Her steps halted.
The words weren’t loud. But they struck like a whisper through frost.
...
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