Pushing Griffin away was the last thing she wanted to do, even though she knew she had to. Overwhelmed with sadness, she sat down on the stone steps of the folly. Was she making a mistake? There was no one to ask. A text came through. It won’t work . . . I know what you’re doing. I’m coming back the day after tomorrow. It’s the soonest I can manage. Be careful till I get there. The reassurance that he was returning was almost strong enough to wipe out the fear that he was returning. Suddenly in the distance she could see someone approaching. Even from this far away she could tell it was too large to be Melinoe. It was Serge. “Jac?” She slipped the phone into her pocket, not wanting to alert him that she’d come outside to take a call. “What are you doing out here so late?” he asked. “I was restless.”
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