[He doesn't need to ask who. She calls me when she is lonely. Words like knives that, despite his efforts to become impenetrable to the Darkling, have slashed through his thoughts every now and then. And now they return to bury to the hilt inside his heart.]
You know, when he told me, I didn't believe him. I thought he was just trying to get under my skin.
Maybe I don't know you as well as I assumed I did.
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You know, when he told me, I didn't believe him. I thought he was just trying to get under my skin.
Maybe I don't know you as well as I assumed I did.
Were you lonely, Alina? When you were with me?