‘Well, that sounds like a solid basis for love.’ Naxi couldn’t have looked more revolted if I’d pushed a rotting apple under her nose. ‘I don’t feel love.’ ‘Oh, apologies,’ I said, taking the risk of rolling my eyes at her. ‘I didn’t know the word was offensive.’ She snort-laughed at that. ‘So what is she to you, then?’ I added. ‘If love doesn’t have anything to do with it?’ ‘Oh, I have decided it would vastly improve my quality of life to have her,’ Naxi said without a moment of hesitation. Her tone was dreamy, her tug at the shawl around her shoulders strangely brusque in comparison. ‘To the
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