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“You know, I liked you better when you were Darcy’s boyfriend.” Stormy sidestepped one of Riven’s sword attacks.
“You mean her puppet,” Riven snarled, going after her.
“I think she genuinely liked you.” Stormy shrugged, escaping once more.
“I have a tough time believing that after you locked me up.”
Stormy had to admit he had a point there. “Sorry about that, still think she would love another chance.”
He snorted. “As if. And even then, I love Musa.”
Such a shame for her sister, Stormy thought. “Well it was worth a try,” she started levitating and waved Riven goodbye.