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The drive back was a little less tense than the one coming to Lovell. I credited that to the fact that Darcy and Oscar weren’t in the car. And Sloan too. Though, I wouldn’t have minded his company since during the party Sloan had been a little more open to me—but he was still a fierce warrior.
It was only Artan and me in the SUV, and I felt like a wall of concrete was driving the car.
We had just entered Broken Hill when he finally said something. “You’re taking all of this better than I imagined.”
I frowned. “How did you imagine I would take it?”
One corner of his lips tugged up. “Not you. I mean, an outsider. I guess I never stopped to think a tzigane could not know about his or her origins, so I’ve been trying to imagine how it would be, to be oblivious to my culture and way of
