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"Selfish? Callous? Rude?" Rian suggested with a shake of his head.
Laurince sighed in agreement. "I ended things after that."
"I would have loved to see how that went," Rian said, resting his chin atop his palm.
Laurince snorted. "I’m sure you would have gotten a kick out of it."
Rian shrugged, but didn’t deny it.
"Anything else you want to know, Haze?" Laurince asked.
"Oh, no. I wasn’t trying to pry. Your history is none of my business," Myra said, leaning back.
"I really don’t mind. I’m sure if I met any of your partners, I would be five times as jealous as you are now."
"I already said?—"
"You’re not jealous," Laurince said in playful mockery, pulling a small smile from Myra that she tried to stifle.
"Well, you don’t have to worry about meeting any of mine," she said.
"And why’s that?"
"They were Ardentolian guards. Well, the last one was actually a Pontian spy pretending to be a guard."
"Oh, a Pontian, hmm? Did he also have one of your special abilities?"
Myra chuckled. "Yes, he did."
Laurince leaned closer, his knees knocking into hers. "So, tell me, Haze. What was so special about him?"
"His hearing."
"Hishearing?" Laurince repeated.
"Yes, he could hear very well."
The door swung open then, and they all turned toward it. But it wasn’t Ferencia who stood in the doorway. Myra’s jaw hung open, her neck flushing red as fear skated up her skin.
"Exceptionallywell, actually."
"Armen?" Myra stammered as she gaped at her former partner.
Armen sneered at her, flashing sharp, white teeth as he leaned an arm against the threshold. "Hello there,Haze. It’s been a while."
Chapter 51
MYRA
Myra jumpedas Laurince’s chair crashed to the ground.
"Who the fuck are you?" Laurince demanded, standing.
"Oh, come now, Mys. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friends?" Armen hissed, his head cocking to the side in an almost birdlike fashion.
Myra’s former lover stood in the middle of the doorway, blocking their only exit. Shadows painted the hall behind him. His blond hair was cut short in its normal fashion. His shoes were impeccably polished, and the light in the room bounced off them perfectly. Yet there was something off about him, something that Myra couldn’t quite pinpoint.
When she reached out for the invisible strand, it lashed out at her. Her gift recoiled, retreating inside her. She thought they had parted on good terms, but the way Armen surveyed her suggested otherwise.
