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Luke's anger grew at her words and she tensed, peering anxiously at him.  She'd realized he was angry, but somehow she had overlooked a fact that seemed rather obvious now:  He was angry with her.  Her eyes widened with surprise as the realization came to her, and she stepped out and away from his embrace just as he snapped away and spat venom at her.  The hurt she'd felt at what she had deemed his rejection began to burn with righteous anger as he turned his bitterness on her.  Her shock melted and was replaced with cold disdain that didn't quite cover up the pain that still stung her heart.

"That's not.." Harlyn began only to pause for a moment to steady herself before she continued, "You weren't thinking, Luke.  I was trying to remind you what choosing me meant.  If realizing what you would have had to give up meant you walked away, that's on you.  I didn't push you away.  You left."  She bristled in spite of her attempt at staying calm.  Yes, she'd felt her heart break when he hadn't chosen to stay with her, but his leaving had also hurt on a level completely unrelated to her affection for him; It had stung her pride.