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God, she hated that woman. Rishi. Whatever.
Did anyone not hate her?
She meant to ask the question of the closest Soldier. It was probably better she hadn't.
Porrima marched back the way she'd come, the dim lighting not dim enough to mute her power. Dee told herself that was the reason she didn't attack, told herself she still cared about surviving all this, about getting her life back. She ignored the voice in her head that thought her a coward.
It was her own will that allowed her to step forward, not Daniel's warm presence at her back. It hadn't been his touch that anchored her to reality as Porrima approached, and it hadn't been his presence she'd pressed into to keep her from crumbling to nothing. She'd merely stumbled under the pressure of all that happened.
Amrae had tried
