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¬ FASHIRE

Dana had been testy with me lately. Nothing new. It was how she behaved each and every time I 'misbehaved'. And with me making the girl a monarch, it grated her gears. She had worn a sour expression when I requested her assistance, and now, as she stood still beside me in her chambers, her face was a haunted mask of pure disbelief and horror.

"Venti, did you…?" she breathed, unable to finish her words as her fingers clamped tight on my shoulder.

"I did. I am not deaf and I can hear very well, thank you," I clipped and then cupped my jaw, my muscles tense as I stared out the window, watching the smoky swirls intertwining with the clouds from the remnants of the fire that had stopped burning.

"It appears we are fucked," Dana said with a sigh, turning away from the view and retreating to her bed.