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2024-10-29 19:42:56“But I need to apologise first,” he murmured. “I… it was wrong to leave you there, alone, without a proper explanation.”
I shook my head. “No – no. You owe me nothing, Cy. I’m the one at fault here. I broke my promise,” I whispered, my voice leaving me. I ducked my head, too ashamed to meet his gaze. In the low light they glittered, dark as polished onyx, the bright blue at their centre utterly obscured as the night drew in outside.
“That wasn’t your fault,” he said roughly. “I know that, now.”
I didn’t reply. I had nothing more to say. He squeezed my right hand and sighed. Something in
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