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CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE
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ARROW’S POV I leaned against her, my neck muscles relaxed as they reveled in relief. She would sit better or worse besides me, and I felt that gladness in having her there. The two of us stood for some time, just holding on to each other-the tension and chaos of the outside world momentarily forgotten. I knew as well that I was looking toward whatever was next with Kalmia; no matter what it was, we would get through it together. I felt thankful that it was there. I softly parted from her, grabbing Kalmia’s gaze. "I have to find out what this Visha has on me," I continued, resolutely now, the weight of my words pressing against her. "I don't know what lies between us, but I want to learn what she knows about my mother." Kalmia had that thinking pose painted all over her: eyes slightly narrowed as she measured me up. "I wonder if that's wise," she spoke. It had a rather content reluctance. "I don't care." Instead, the more resolved I grew, the steadier grew my voice. "I must have t
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