Were they really still enemies, Darken wondered, as he sat across from Nicci in the cavernous dining room, empty save for the two of them. The remains of a meal lay haphazardly in front of them, and Nicci was twirling a nearly empty wine goblet idly in her fingers. Darken watched her, rather than letting his gaze rest too long on the mess-someday
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