“Fine,” he says, dropping his hand. “But you don’t have to hide, not anymore.” My expression goes cold. I force my legs to lock to disguise my trembling knees. “I told you. I’m always going to choose him.” I see the pale outline of his throat bob, like he’s taking in what I’m saying, getting a taste of the bitterness. His eyes, though, they’re drenched in it, and so is his voice when it hardens in a reply. “So be it.”
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Raven Kennedy,
Glint