LEILA
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I moved towards where she sat, as I settled near her feet while the closing of the distance between us felt so deliberate and in a more seeking way, needing to be close enough to make sense of the torrent of words she'd just unleashed, of the cold, hard fear she’d planted in the pit of my stomach.
“Yeah,” she murmured, her eyes fixed on something I couldn’t see, maybe the wall, maybe a memory. “You heard that right.”
“But… why would you even think he’d want to do that?” I fumbled for a reason, any reason other than the terrifying one she’d just suggested.
“Besides, he doesn’t have any use for me, does he? Not really. Maybe he just wants me gone, wants to get rid of me, but not actually kill me. Not do anything to me.” The words sounded hollow even to myself.
Misa fina
