Exile, Chapter 52

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"Truth," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. "So if it's not a big deal, why are you telling me?"

"Well, you're cute when you're panicking for one thing—"

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"So was that the good news?"

"Part of it. But the real good news is he told me I can spend as much time here as I want—so we can see even more of each other!"

"Oh. Great."

"Wow, try not to be too enthusiastic there, Foster." He rumpled Silveny's mane.

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"Hey, Captain Mood Swing," Keefe said, gently grabbing her arm. He sighed when she didn't smile.

"Look, I get what you're feeling. Shoot, I can feel what you're feeling—and I don't blame you. At all. But remember what we're trying to do here. We want to fix Alden, right?"

The last of her anger cooled as she nodded. Shame swelled in its place.

"Hey—no feeling guilty either. You have a right to be seriously ticked. And as soon as this is done, you and I are going to put our heads together and figure out how to send the Black Swan a few secret messages of our own—preferably covered in glittery poop. But in the meantime I think we need to do what they say."

"Yeah," she mumbled.

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