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SORCHA
“Everyone’s ready to go, ai dulin,” Oren insisted after opening the door to my room. “Are you ready?”
“Just about,” I answered. “I just need to finish this letter.” Taking in a deep, frustrated breath, I scribbled out the last few lines, signing my name at the bottom.
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re mad about something?”
“It’s because I am, Oren. Drake wouldn’t hear me out when I tried to tell him about our dreams, so I’m letting it all out in the letter. One way or another he’s going to hear me out. It took all I had not to chase after him and beat the s**t out of him for walking away from me.”
Oren chuckled and came over to take a peek at the angry words scribbled on the parchment. His eyes went wide and he whistled. “I don’t think this is the way to tell him, nor do
