Dalian's room was still, with only soft noises of breath coming from him and Mia.Dalian was resting on the edge of his bed. His arm was still bandaged, but his mind was never still. Victory was theirs, but the real challenge was yet to come. He needed to talk to Aria, but he hated to think of it because he really did not want to see her. And even before now, he had forgotten that there was a weight he had to bear. Not until Darius reminded him of it.Mia stood up and sat next to him, gently placing her fingers on his uninjured hand. "Hey," she whispered. "Are you still worried?"Dalian winced, dragging his hand through his hair. "Worried? No, Mia, I’m not worried... I just hate the idea. I don't want to see that witch for any gentle talks," he blurted, his voice calm and firm but laced with obvious worry. "Not after what happened, after she tried to almost kill you, frame you..."Mia squeezed her hand on top of his. "I know," she whispered. "I know it's hard, and I know you don't wan
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