“Who would? What are you talking…about,” Tristan said as he came in. “Hi,” Kalika said softly. “You’re alive!” he said as he barreled towards her. He had never gotten over his sister’s death, he hated his family and life had never been the same. “No, she’s not.” Laia wasn’t blind and her mother had no aura.
“What are you talking about? Yes, she is-
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