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69. Robyn

My mate is unnervingly quiet, however I’m slowly learning it’s not because he doesn’t care.

Watching through the inn window, the sheen of sweat on his brow at the top of his chest did something inexplicable to me. My ribs tightened, brain short-circuited to the point I flung the door open before he had a chance to knock.

Jet black tousled hair, face filled with worry. He must have been working hard. The sweet scent of fresh cut wood merging with rum left me so churned up that I ended up being the quiet one.

A day spent with Mrs Berrybrow was no cure for the guilt I felt about Marcus either. She was kindness personified, but she knows I’m not Volare. What if I’m just the bitch who broke her favourite customer's heart?

Then we met Ayr which meant another jump into the whirlpool of confusion. My blatant curiosity drank in the messy, chalky handprints on his shirt. Barely had his shirt tucked back in. Messy, roughed up.

Deep down, I felt jealousy. Ayr looks like he barely knows what d
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Spacekonijn
They are fabulous together. And I’m scared for one of them being killed on this totally mad expedition.
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