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They were the sasley

"You have to leave," she said

"I’ll go"

"Leave for good Leave ainst the door fralanced away from hiot sonant, and she didn’t want it"

"That’s why you’re here in Haiti? You’re grieving?"

"Yes," he said

Juliette leaned against hi her head on his shoulder

"I want to rescue you," he said "Please letup at hion We’re real people and a sword’s not going to solve this problem"

"I know" The two hardest words he’d said yet to her

"I can’t save you You have to save yourself," Juliette said "Go"

She let hio, took a step back and met his eyes

"I’m sorry," she whispered Je suis desolée She touched his face and walked off, walked away, following the path Gérard had taken

And Kingsley was sorry, too

He left the house and walked back to his car, drove to his hut and stood alone on the beach watching the lide across the ocean

Save yourself, Juliette had ordered He loved her enough to take that order from her

Haiti and Manhattan were on the same time He returned to his hut, and dialed a number

"Hey, boss," Calliope said when she answered the phone She sounded sleepy He’d probably woken her up "What’s up?"

"I need you to do soht for ?"

"Ho home, Cal"

"Seriously?" The joy in her voice was set "When?"