Elm slouched against the wall next to Ione, curling a finger in her hair. “Moping,” he said, “is a firm exaggeration.” She smacked his hand away and continued down the corridor, but not before she tended Elm a lingering glance that, even half-dead, Ravyn knew the meaning of. He waited for her to go before shooting his cousin a grin. “Well, then.” Elm’s teeth tugged at his bottom lip. “Shut up.”
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