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He didn't say anything, his brows furrowed.
"I'm the one who took it," she said roughly. "Because it belongs to me now. My grandmother gave it to me." She squinted at him. "Even when I...
Abel laid down as well, curling up slightly.
Fleur watched quietly, looking tired.
He frowned, nodding slowly. "Okay."
Fleur frowned, following them.
He shook his head stubbornly. "I don't think I would mind."
She looked at her sharply. "It's not that easy, Alyssa."
He watched her thoughtfully, his expression curious. "I don't think I'd be annoyed."
She frowned at her, crossing her arms defensively. "Yes. And does he. They used to be together when they were young, but she left him because she...
"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning at her.
She sighed, her brows furrowed. "Romero has been trying to, well.. make me choose between restoring his memories and letting him go, or...
He nodded slowly. "Okay.. If you say so."
She hesitated. "I said I was a landlord so I wouldn't get beat up. I also told him that I wasn't actually a landlord."
He looked uncertain. "What if they're there?"
She hesitated, shaking her head slightly. "He doesn't remember me."
He looked distressed. "I want to remember."
Fleur looked hesitant, but went to go to Romero with them.
He frowned, shaking his head. "Stop it. It's not."
She frowned, looking over at Alyssa uncertainly.
