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The city had always sat precariously atop a knife's edge, and the French had known it from the very beginning. Sharing with the Rutherfords was all well and good in theory. Until they eventually realised they didn't want to play nice anymore. And of course, that had been exactly what'd happened, and things had swiftly spiralled out of control since. Now it seemed like the least of their problems.
Because none of them had expected this.
When the bleak news of what'd unfolded reached Paris, his first thought had been the wellbeing of his ex-wife. His best friend was a damn close second, though. Even now. In the grand scheme of things, Julien knew he'd lost comparatively little to some, but as he glanced at the woman sat beside him, it hit home how easily that could change. How the distance made the burden of his concerns a lot fucking heavier now than it had done a few months prior.
"I assume asking you to come back to Paris with me on a permanent basis is a wasted effort?" No doubt. "Well, I'm doing it anyway."
