“We miss you, siren,” Logan sighed from across the room. I bit back the words that rose in me. Weak hearts could be hardened. I might have missed them too, but I wasn’t about to admit it. His beard twitched as a slight smile crossed his face. “You know, yours is the only touch I can handle. Being shot and drugged is out. Any suggestions? What would pull on your heartstrings the most?” he teased. I let out a half laugh, half sob, shaking my head. “I hate that this is how we ended,” I admitted, my walls turning brittle under the pressure. “This isn’t the end, siren, I refuse to let it be,” he
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