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Logan sighed in exasperation. “He’s not dead. Every realm would be open, and we would also be dead.”
My lips turned down. “You think?”
Logan shrugged. “Yeah, no telling what’s been festering behind those gates.”
“Okay. Then he is probably near death.”
“No, you are just nosy.”
I shrugged. “Partially, but he hasn’t checked in once. Are you not a little bit concerned?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed, my words hitting home. I waved and turned away, striding toward the door.
“Wait!” Logan shouted.
I didn’t slow, but I heard the chair topple over and heavy footsteps as Logan practically ran after me.
* * *
We landed outside the palace. No lights flickered or shone through any of the windows. I hurried up the path to the front door.
“I doubt anything is amiss,” Logan said, following at my heels.
“Pfft. Samkiel’s like a worried mother hen. The fact that he hasn’t checked in to make sure I haven’t burned the council down is cause for concern.”
Logan shrugged as we reached the end of the bridge. “True.”
We entered the long hall, and I let out a low whistle.
“He really made this place extravagant. He made her a whole fucking castle,” I said.
“Yeah. He loves her.”
I stopped, Logan nearly colliding with me. “He told her that?”
Logan shrugged and scowled, sidestepping so he didn’t plow into me. “Doubtful. He can’t even say it himself.”
“I was about to say.” I shook my head, placing my hands in my pockets. “Dude has been anti-feeling since his mom died.”
“So has she since her sister.”
“True.”
“I think it’s a lot of stuff, honestly. They both have lost a lot. I think that word symbolizes death to them more than anything else. Think about it. Who were the last people they said it to? Samkiel to his mother and father, and Dianna to her sister.”
I grimaced. “Yeah, that will do it.”
“What was that the other day?”
“What?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Oh, okay, we’re just going to keep ignoring this?”
I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest. “Honestly, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Elianna? Seriously? Of all people?”
My lips curved in a slow smile. “Oh, are we judging now? Let’s not forget you were no saint before the ever-gorgeous Neverra walked into your life.”
