“Tabin.” He closed the gap between them and stopped, watching her. His lips were swollen, angry. “I . . . want you to leave me.” Tabin shook his head. “No.” “Yes. Leave me. I don’t . . . I don’t want you . . . with me.” Iris took a deep breath. The words were poison. “I . . . don’t . . . want . . . you.”
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