“Well, that wasn’t a lie.” She chuckles brokenly. “It is fun to tease you because . . . because I like you.” “I’m no one special, Olivie. By the next ceremony, you’ll find someone else, someone better. You don’t really like me—” “I don’t want anyone else.” She holds my hand firmly. “When I would bring someone to my room after a ceremony, it wasn’t so I could bed them. I was lonely, Saika. They were hurting. I was hurting. But when I’m with you, I’m not. You make me laugh. You make me want to be better, and have fun, and live. So, yes. I think I do like you. A lot, actually.”
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