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"“Just because you’re still afraid of what happened to Alderon doesn’t mean it’s right,” Seth spat.
Desmona stiffened, and a coldness seeped into her gaze. He shouldn’t have said that, Persea thought. She kept herself very still.
“Don’t you ever use his name against me,” Des hissed.
“Or what?” Seth shook his head. “You can’t keep living in the past. He died. I’m sorry. But we can save people now. And you’re not the only one who gets in a say in this.”
Desmona glared at him. The kind of glare with ice in it, of fury frozen solid, that couldn’t thaw on a whim. In that moment, Persea had a hard time seeing Desmona find her way to forgiveness. Neither Seth nor Des would walk away, not like Marek had, but Desmona’s anger at Seth revealing information was now entwined with her grief over Alderon. And that grief cut deep, a more damaging scar than any of those that covered Desmona’s body."
