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... talk to you?" Varen’s voice was low, almost casual—but I wasn’t fooled. There was tension beneath it, sharp and wounded. "And now you’re just... using me as your last option?"
The words hit harder than I expected.
I opened my mouth, ready to deny it, but nothing came out right away. My lips parted and closed again. I searched his face, but it was unreadable—guarded like stone. I hated that I was the reason he looked like that.
"That’s not fair," I whispered. "Varen, it’s ...
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