“Blake,” Xen said when his friend’s call finally came through.“Could you at least say you were going to call her?” Blake started immediately, and there was no greeting in his voice, only accusation and frustration.“Why?” Xen asked, genuinely confused. “You both said you did not want her.”They were all powerful enough to request a new ID, create a new receiver line, and call Vera if they wanted to. Xen had done it because waiting was eating him alive, but he had no idea Blake had reached the same point. For five months, they had all acted like Vera was a problem they needed to survive, not a woman they had wronged. Now suddenly everyone was waking up, and Xen hated that it had taken exile for them to understand what had been standing in front of them.“I want her back,” Blake said, and for once there was no sarcasm, no polished excuse, no doctor’s distance in his tone. “I was wrong.”“Well, it will be hard,” Xen answered, his voice low. “She does not care the way she did before. Th
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