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HE KNOWS THAT FACE, wisp of blonde hair was all it took before he felt his body gone rigid, quiver at the ready though his bow lowered when simon heard her voice. ‘ I WENT to hell and back as well, anything is POSSIBLE there. MAUREEN, that is your name isn’t it?’
Maureen reached out as if to touch him, to touch one of the ugly marks marring his skin reverently, but pulled away. She had to remember. Had to. He wasn’t for her. Not anymore. Maybe he never was.
“I died for you and you barely know my name. Is that irony?”



















