“What? You thought I’d have a relapse or something if you told me? It’s my body that was injured, Duncan, not my mind. We’ve planned this for some time, but it’s been only days that we knew the time was right. “It’s all happening so fast,” she complained softly.ĭuncan leaned forward. “I will miss you, Cyn, you and Raphael more than anyone else.” “Duh,” she said, rolling her eyes in his direction.ĭuncan laughed as she turned towards him.
It still took her breath away sometimes.Ĭyn controlled an involuntary jerk of surprise at the sound of Duncan’s voice over her left shoulder. Raphael looked up briefly, and his eyes flashed silver. She could only make them out because of the multicolored glow of the jet’s cockpit coming through the windshield. Raphael was down near the nose of the aircraft, deep in conversation with Juro. She hunched deeper into her coat and peered through the dim light. It made the frigid hangar marginally bearable. Cyn shivered slightly and moved closer to the wave of heat coming from the Learjet’s engines.
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