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Rian finally dropped his smile, his gaze turning serious, sombre even. Completely straight faced, he said, “How long do you two have left?” “What the hell, Rian?” Wren stood up at that, looking appalled. “You can’t just ask that!”
Love was a powerful thing. Like the way her fire was killing her, like the way cigarette smoke would one day choke the lungs of the smoker, the misery of staying with him had been just one more thing that she’d been addicted to.
