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If Jon expected Holly to flinch, he’d be disappointed.
She’d long since learned how to cover every time the past tried to drive a knife into her gut. It was easy; all she had to do was die a little more each time.
“How?” How the hell had Jon known to ask that question?
“Miranda.”
“You shittin’ me, mate?” The chance of Miranda noticing someone else’s feelings were…apparently not as low as Holly thought.
“She told me what she knew, which wasn’t much. Mostly she saw you change any time he or your family came up, but especially him.”
Holly thumped her head back against the headrest. Her eye exploded with pain that yanked a gasp out of her. She needed to do it again—beat her head hard against something—but the pain was too much.
She was lucky to still have an eye. Elayne had aimed a
