Then he turned and winked. “I’ll owe you one.”
Robert watched the other man’s departure without actually seeing the figure fade along the road between the outstretched limbs of competing apple orchards. All he could picture was Aurelia’s face when she found out Drew was gone without a word. The blood that would darken her skin. The lines that would sharpen her forehead and jaw. The flames that would shoot from her eyes. Whatever Drew owed him, it was not enough.
Exile - Anne Osterlund
Aurelia #2
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