Reece was now asking both Lissa and Dimitri to describe exactly
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the greatest thing in the world. He'd told me never to talk to him again and
sworn he'd do anything for her. Again I felt that petulant sense of being
wronged. I refused to believe that he couldn't love me anymore. It wasn't
possible, not after all he and I had been through together. Not after
everything we'd felt for each other.