“Trust, my darling, that leaving you is the hardest decision I make each day.” “Then don’t,” she said, and her arms wound around his waist, sealing their bodies together. “I’ll go with you.” Her suggestion made him stiffen. Though he did not know what Ilias had to show him, he could not imagine anything good coming from Persephone’s presence in his work, at least aboveground. “That is not wise.” “Why not?” “Persephone—” “It’s a simple question.” “It isn’t,” he snapped and regretted the loss of his temper as her eyes widened and her mouth hardened. He sighed. All he wanted to do was get this
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