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but bronco did follow; he did bring his warm presence to her side, and it was unexpected and romantic and a thousand things she didn't want it to be. she didn't even know him. he didn't even know her, and she wasn't wanting to be known. she had reyes. she had sorana. she had bridget, and maia, and eljay, and all their children, and makan — why wasn't she happy? she hadn't been that way before him and she wasn't now.
her jaw tightened with the force of her refusal to sob, even as her throat thrummed with the effort. "not you," she said in a monotone, fearing she would break if she let him hear anything else. the tears went on, silent and almost mad. "sorana dad and i, uh — not great." an understatement. "it my fault, really, but — he love sorana. i love her. so we stay." she shut her eyes and drew a long breath. "so. that all. just — i — was afraid you wanted to ask. about reyes."
she worried her lip again; her eyes spoke her willingness to flee.