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Anselm simmered besides Heda with a new brand of self-hatred. Like her, his gaze fell to the ground as the last of his body’s infernal heat doused into cold ash. A part of him died then — a part that frankly was better off never existing at all.

His blood settled, the desire within him withering only to unpalatable disappointment.

He’d been so close to acting on his impulse, and to what end? Would their momentary tryst somehow act as the glue to the crumbling foundation of their relationship? Or would it just sow deeper resentment for one another? They were so different. So many worlds and thoughts and wants apart.

Druid was gone, an apology slung behind her that really should have been his own to issue. He jolted from his reverie by Heda’s unexpected kiss.

Now she was gone too, after her sister. Leaving Anselm in the familiar position of being by himself — alone, as he often came to find himself these days.

For he deserved little else.