“There are no ‘buts,’” Reigna interrupted.
“‘There are no buts,’” her sister repeated, grinning. “You sound like Mara every time you say that.”
Reigna’s face fell.
Eden put her hand on her sister’s arm. “I know. I miss them too. But I can’t go along with your taking . . . that,” she said, gesturing toward the weapon.
“Oh, all right then, if you insist, I’ll find another. But I’m not leaving without one.”
The two sat quietly for a minute, each lost in her own thoughts.
“I wish they’d come back,” Reigna said. “Maybe then we wouldn’t have to go anywhere.”
“I thought you wanted to go.”
“I guess I do. But even more, I want Mara and Dixon back.”
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