“It’s not—let go of me!” Merian wrestled her arm free from him. Then she stood at the bottom of the ramp, facing Maros as the realization crashed over her, dousing her in ice. No. No, no, no. Please.
“Maros,” she hesitated. Her voice wavered, the fear she might have been wrong. “You said things were dreadful without me. I want you back. Tell me we’re of the same mind.” I beg you.
“Maros,” she hesitated. Her voice wavered, the fear she might have been wrong. “You said things were dreadful without me. I want you back. Tell me we’re of the same mind.” I beg you.
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