He leaned back, lounging in the large leather chair, the finger of his one hand tapping against the arm of the chair, while his other hand manipulated a ball of fire. His gaze was glued to the dancing blue, orange, and yellow—the flames calmed his edgy nerves. But still something was off. He felt it bone deep. Whatever had happened in the last fifteen years had changed Kat. Hell, the last fifteen years had changed both of them, but what killed him… What he had a hard time figuring out, was why she blamed him. She had gone to Darion—she had sent that Pixie to set him up, to get him to cross into the Dark’s land. She had done all of that. Everything that steamed from that afternoon had been consequences of her own actions. So why the hell was she so angry with him? He really did want to try and have an actual conversation with her. Maybe it was a little masochistic, but he wanted to know why she had felt the need to end what they had in the way she did.
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