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Scott can barely twist his head up to look at her, once it’s all said and done.
“I—” Cleo takes a breath she doesn’t need, and Scott’s gaze drops. At least he’s not that stupid. “I probably should’ve seen that coming, huh?”
“Cleo,” he says, an edge of breathlessness and no more.
There are a lot of cruel things she could say right now. “We agreed, Scott. We stick together as long as we need to, and then we don’t.”
Scott digs his fingers into the blood-soaked field. “You said you were going home. You didn’t say anything about dying.”