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“About?” I asked, already feeling on the defensive. Things hadn’t been easy between Artan and me for the last couple of weeks, and when he approached me like this, I could only think it was about to get worse.
He let go of my wrist. “About—”
I glanced to the path ahead. “We should keep going.”
“Mirella,” Artan called my name like a prayer.
My heart squeezed.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Artan, if you want, we can talk about Cora and finding her while we’re actually looking for her. Anything else you might want to talk about, I’m out.”
I started walking again.
Artan caught up with me. “All right, then let’s talk about something else. Your headaches and those hallucinations.”
I glared at him. “I thought I just said I would only talk about Cora and finding her.”
“So you’re just g
