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Honor and Morgan both said, “What?” at the same time, only Honor’s voice was an octave higher. And much louder. “No matter what happens after I leave, whether I make it back or not, I want to know that you’re not going to go on like this for the rest of your life. I want you to tell Beckett how you feel about him, because I think there might be something there. If I have to be courageous, you do, too.” Morgan’s eyes were wide as she searched Honor’s face. “You and Beckett?” Honor ignored Morgan, concentrating instead on stabbing Lu with daggers of withering fury using her eyes. “I am so going to kill you,” she said, her voice dangerously low. Lu smiled. “Yeah. Let me know how that works out for you. Besides,” she said, tugging on a strand of her sister’s long mane, “you deserved it. An
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