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He had done that too, when he found her at the apartment, all alone Called her a little mink and took her in his arms

“This too shall pass, Ria,” he ainst her hair

And her heart kept breaking Her chest was one live, brutal wound that tore open over and over again Breathing hurt Living hurt She could feel the pain sweeping over her body, like barbed agony, ripping and shredding at her

“She was supposed to be dead,” she whispered “She wasn’t supposed to be here”

She could speak As bad as it hurt, she was still breathing

“I knoeetheart” His ar this to you I swear to you”

And hein it And she stilled

“I’ll die with him”

His curse rent the air

“You’re dying without him” His voice was hoarse Dane’s voice was never hoarse He never really let hi or anyone, except fary And she wasn’t family She never had been

Sheher Hating the feel of anything against her flesh now

“We’re going to the airport,” he infor you home”

She shook her head “I have a job to do”

There was the job Her word She owed She owed the Vanderales This one last job

“Ria” He leaned forward as she ainst the door “God, sweetheart, I can’t let you do this to yourself”