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1: Don’t Leave (Set after the last one. Ok, it blew up to a macrostory, I’m sorry.)
“Are you really leaving without saying goodbye? To anyone?”
“I’m saying goodbye to you, am I not?” Natalia said, throwing her pack on Hecate. “Look, Cullen, I need to find out what in the Void is happening, before our three months are up. Ketoja won’t leave the twins and the road is no place for children, but she also won’t leave me. She can be pissed at me taking away her choice later.”
“And what are we supposed to do until you get back?” Cullen asked, crossing his arms.
“Keep all those other countries busy and out of our hair,” she said, swinging her cloak onto her shoulders. “If I get the evidence I’m looking for, it’ll buy us time and will be very strong in convincing Alistair and Celene to allow us to remain permanently.”
“Let me join you,” he said, not for the first time. “You could always use another sword at your back.”
“I need you here, keeping peace,” Natalia said, resting a hand on his arm. “Someone has to be the hard ass around here, and we both know it’s not Ketoja. Don’t worry about me,” she added. “I’ll be back before you know it, stealing that fur monstrosity again. And I don’t aim to die before I best you at sparring.”
“Don’t count on that,” he said, rubbing a hand over his temple. After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled her into a tight hug. When he released her, he pulled his fur cloak off and settled it on her shoulders. The mess dwarfed her, making her look like a child again. “Stay safe.”
“Don’t die on me,” she replied. “I wasn’t joking about finally beating your ass. It is a goal of mine.”