He glared at Yvlon, daring her to say it. And when she did, Ceria was sure, Pisces would disappear. Yvlon’s gaze burned. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and—paused. She stared at Pisces and then to the surprise of everyone, shook her head. “I don’t hate you.” “What?” Pisces’ eyes widened. Yvlon sighed. “I don’t hate you, Pisces. I think you’re annoying, obnoxious at times, and certainly rude. But I don’t hate you.” That was the last thing Ceria had expected to hear. Yvlon went on. “I hate necromancy. I hate the undead. You—you wouldn’t be my first dining partner or choice for a
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