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I remember what Varyn told me about his grandmother's necklace. Although I didn't ask for it, he just shared it with me. Tsk.
The thought surfaced uninvited, carrying with it a flicker of irritation that settled briefly in Scarlette's chest. It wasn't anger—she rarely indulged in something so wasteful—but the faint sting of annoyance, nonetheless. People had a habit of oversharing when they felt too comfortable around her, and she had never decided whether that was a testament to her presence or a flaw she had neglected to correct.
Either way, it was irrelevant now.
Scarlette inhaled slowly, closing that train of thought with practiced ease. There were more pressing matters at hand, and dwelling on trivial recollections would only distract her.
Are you sure? Is that what you really want?
