"You don't want any of them," I said, holding Ronson's gaze as he winced. Francesca sniffled and sat up straighter, not noticing our audience as she stared up at me, frowning. "Don't you want to leave here? I want to see the world!" I tried to ignore Ronson's stare and give her question real thought. "Personally? Yes, I'd like to see some of it. But I do like the isle." She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Well, you're certainly stuck with it, now you've been chosen." "I don't mind. I like him, actually," I said, fighting my own smile as Ronson carefully snuck back out and shut the door behind
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