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Lila Bard lived by a simple rule: if a thing was worth having, it was worth taking.
“I should keep you,” she added, tapping a finger thoughtfully against the pendant that hung from her throat. Kell rose slowly to his feet. An aching pain rolled up his arm in the energy’s wake. “Why’s that?” he asked. Her hand fell from the charm. “Because I do not like things that don’t belong to me,” she said. “I do not trust them.”
“Would you miss me?” she asked. “Like an itch,” he shot back.