alara: "If you're suggesting I let you go, I won't." "You'll have to, or I will hate you." I pull my hands from his. "Smoke." His eyes taper and deep pain covers his features. "Cecily...” "Goodbye, Jeremy."

"If you're suggesting I let you go, I won't." "You'll have to, or I will hate you." I pull my hands from his. "Smoke." His eyes taper and deep pain covers his features. "Cecily...” "Goodbye, Jeremy."