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“Do you really mean that, Imri?” Mavros asked, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he stirred his mocha espresso.
“I mean it,” I said, with more confidence that I actually felt. The familiar insecurities began to creep in as I thought of taking my cousin up on his offer, but I couldn’t go back now. I needed this, and he knew it.
He took a bite of his double chocolate brownie. “I have to admit I’m surprised. I was half-joking when I said that.”
I stared at my own coffee, not meeting his eyes. “You were?”
“Yes, but only half.” He leaned forward and put a hand on my arm. “I would love to play Valerian to your Mandrake, cousin.”