Abraxas took a seat across from her without speaking. They sat silently until Abraxas could stand it no longer, and he inhaled to speak. “No,” said Maeve. “We’re not talking about it.” Abraxas let out a loud sigh. “I wasn’t even going to.” Maeve eyed him and returned to her writing. Abraxas crossed his legs one way and then the other way. He fiddled with his fingers and played with a groove in the mahogany table, sighing a few times. “Sweet Seven Realms, what is it?” Asked Maeve. “You’re in knots.” “What did you and Mal talk about after the party?” Asked Abraxas hurriedly. “I knew it!
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