Cale began to pace the room, circling the chair. "Lysandra, you . . . you've made me think about what I did such a long time ago."

"You mean when you Erased your memories?"

"Exactly. You've made me realize how awful that idea was. If I were to Erase these last few months, to miss the memory of meeting you . . ." He ran his hands through his hair. "I don't know if I'd be able to handle that."

"I don't think I would either," Lysandra agreed, laughing softly.

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