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“You don’t have to stop being yourself because we bonded.”
“I know.”
Her fingers moved lazily over my chest.
I looked down at her.
Tired. Content. Here.
Mine was not the correct word.
Ours was better.
A life we had both chosen.
My gaze moved toward the table where the temporary credential still rested.
Tomorrow there would be more forms.
More investigations.
Sera’n.
The Veil.
Talia’s audit.
My family.
Fear moved through me. I did not push it away.
Talia shifted. “What?”
“I am going to tell them.”
She went still. “Your family?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
The word tightened something in my chest. I let it.
“My mother first. Then my sister.”
Talia nodded.
“I do not know what I will say.”
“You don’t need a speech.”
“I have been dead for eight years.”
“Maybe start with hello.”
I stared at her.
