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Now that she thought about it, Brochan and his felloinged Fallen Ones hadn’t sported an aura Why? What did it mean?

“Hey, sexy—” someone called

“No,” she said without pause Not him, not him Not—hmhly

He perched alone at the end of the bar, nursing a drink His head hung with dejection The soft glow of his aura revealed a tortured soul steeped in es Death had already sunk sharp hooks into his future

She peered closer at hi an immortal disease, yet she knew he only had teeks Maybe three He was going to die Why not gift hi conversation, laughs, and kindness before she clai him to die as a mortal rather than an immortal Or seven hours Yes, she liked that timeframe better He would too probably

I’m practically a humanitarian His family should thank her for her services At the very least, they should offer her endless gifts of ho Brochan should have done

Her chest tightened again What if things had been different? What if she hadn’t killed the Fallen One? What if she’d explained how perilously close McCadden had stood at the cliff between life and death before she stepped in instead? Would he have thanked her for her actions? Not that she cared So the tightening worsened So what? A bout of heartburn,on

Yes, she’d found her uilt—not even the slightest drop, honest!—fizzed in her veins Wearing a slinky white dress with a super-short hee, she sauntered over

She slid into the chair beside hi with a voice as potent as an erotic caress “Hello, handsome”

He jolted, startled before shifting his gaze to her Frowning, he pointed to his chest “Me?”

“Why not you?” she asked with the world’s h As much as she disliked the necessity of this, she also kind of enjoyed it Flirting freely, earning adoration Interacting with others Living! Everything she’d been denied while whiling away the years in each of her prisons

Leave the past in the past “I’ I’ination” She offered hiertip across his brow, leaving a spiritualif they got separated “I’m here, and I’m real”

He peered at her, dazed—surely—allowing the touch without flinching or co “I just want to be left alone, ma’am”

Ma’am Ma’am? He dies today!

Think of Fluffy Deep breath in Out Viola curbed hernow, and that was that