“In the morning, he would visit Ruby and beg her forgiveness. How would he approach her? Should he apologize outright? Should he wait for her to apologize? Would he ever be able to tell her what really happened? Self-consciously, he touched fingertips to the front of his new shirt—compliments of the Quinacridone—over his new scar. Insist on this boon, on the other hand, and you will not be rid of me. . . He shuddered as he pushed open the front door of his apartment. Exhau...sted and heartsick, he pulled off his winter outerwear and kicked off his boots. He would have liked a hot bath, to help take away the chill of the Quin dungeons, but didn’t have the energy required to haul and heat water. He was halfway across the living room when the assault came. All he could do was brace himself. The door slammed as he fell back against it, his wits slow to catch up to the fact that the slender shape that had launched itself at him was Ruby.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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