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“Things change, I suppose.”

Logan was one of my closest friends, and I despised he saw so much, despised he could pick up on my moods and read me like a damned open book.

“They do.”

It was silent for another moment, both of us lost in our own heads as cars honked and people laughed.

“It’s not her,” Logan said.

“Hmm?”

“Dianna. It’s not her. Not really. Gabby spoke about it once with Nev and I. How bad she had gotten when she first changed. She also told me she dragged her back from it, and I know you can, too. She’s just grieving.”

“I know. Gabby told me the same thing, oddly enough. Not in great detail, but she did mention it to me.”

“You spoke to her?” Logan lifted a brow.

“Yes, I had called to talk to you, but she answered. She spoke like Dianna. As if she has never met a stranger in her life.”

“That she did.” Logan smiled softly.

I knew Logan had cared for Dianna’s sister. So had Neverra, and that care had led to Neverra being so far out of our reach.

“I hope that you also know anyone Dianna is with physically while she is in this place of despair means nothing to her.”

I stopped, my eyes shutting as he hit a nerve. I’d confided in him after the sinking of that damned ship, but we’d not spoken of it since.

“It’s idiotic to have such strong feelings regarding that.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You know I wanted to kill him, the one she touched, as if she hadn’t already scattered his corpse around the room. I wanted to put him back together and kill him again. The feeling I got knowing someone had touched her so intimately.” I shook my head. “I’ve only felt that in battle, that pure blinding rage, yet there I was contemplating the murder of a mere mortal. A mortal, as if there is even the slightest competition compared to me.”

A street lamp above us flickered before bursting.

Logan smirked as the few people closest to us scurried by a tad faster. “I’m possessive of Neverra in the same regard.”

“That is different. I have no claim over Dianna.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “It is dull-witted of me to profess such an assertion when we never spoke of it. Even if it pains me, we never talked about ourselves like that. Everything happened so quickly, I suppose. One moment I felt as if we couldn’t stand the sight of each other, and the next…” I glanced at the cup in my hand as if it would give me answers. “The next, I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.”

Logan’s hand landed on my shoulder, squeezing once. “Well, I guess you should make your feelings known when you get the chance.”

I sighed. “I have always been much better at solving my problems with fists and swords than words. There has never been someone like Dianna for me. I’ve never had someone who I cared for so deeply. I think it was easier back then.”

“Easy? Maybe, but you were alone. I saw it no matter who you surrounded yourself with or how many lovers you had. I always saw it. That fleeting look before you’d catch yourself and bury it. I did not see that look when you were with her, not even for a second, so if it’s real to you, if you could love this girl, it’s all worth it.” Logan’s jaw clenched as he glanced at his finger and back. “It’s always worth it.”

“You’re so much better at speeches than I.” I forced a smile, his words settling into my very soul.

Logan shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. “I’ve been around a lot of gods.”

“I hear you and will heed your advice. If I ever get such a chance, I will not hesitate.”

“Good.” Logan was silent for a moment, the snow crunching beneath our feet as we continued down the sidewalk. “A thousand plus years fighting beside you, battling countless monsters, gods, and things I’d rather forget, and not once have I been afraid until now. This feels different. Wrong. Like we angered some elemental, omnipotent beast, and now we are paying for a crime we didn’t commit.”

I only nodded. Logan was not wrong, not at all. I felt it too.

You’re running out of time.

I heard the whisper every time I tried to close my eyes.

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