“It’s you,” War continues, “who never cared.” There’s an edge of bitterness to his voice. He thinks I was the one staying away? I mean I was, but only because he seemed to have written me off completely. My wounded ego can only take so much bruising. “If only.” I look away from him. At my side, War stills. He takes my chin and turns my face, forcing me to stare him in the eye. “What do you mean by that?” he demands. “Isn’t it obvious?” I say miserably, half aware that Zara can probably hear every single word. Oh well. “Speak plainly, Miriam,” War says, his features sharp and his gaze intense,
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