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“I thought you didn’t wanna be accused of nepotism,” Tangle said with a teasing little grin, attempting to cut through the tense atmosphere little by little. “I don’t want you to die!” Jewel shouted now, raw, tears rolling down her cheeks fat and eager. “It’s—it’s always been my job to keep you safe, to get you out of whatever mess you’re in. And—and—you wind up in all this and I just leave you all alone with a man who wanted you dead! How am I supposed to—supposed to recover from that, or forgive myself, or whatever?!” Tangle leaped up from the armrest, ran over to her bestie, held her close, fought the tears that she felt welling up behind her eyes at seeing her friend like this. “Hey, hey…” she murmured, lullaby-like quality. “I’m—I’m sorry,” she repeated again, before looking around the room. “Let’s get the best sleepover ever started, OK?”
New chapter of my fic -- previously published as "In Your Hands And Just Outta Reach Somehow" -- is finally out!
