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Throughout the next day, Kyra went back and forth on reaching out to Mikos. On the one hand, perhaps there was still plenty they had to discuss. In one month, she’d likely be gone forever and never see him again.
She couldn’t imagine going the rest of her life without ever discussing what had happened between them that one night. She’d dreamt of him the night before and woken drenched, and not only with sweat.
Her memory had painted a vivid fantasy, blending what had been with what could have happened if they’d gone further. The image of him, desperate and wanton, still revisited her, though she tried not to linger on it. Even now, sneaking her trash bag of broken belongings to the junk truck, she was distracted by thoughts of him.
If she was to move on from her life with the pack,
