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Pandora merely sobbed when Antigone talked about the limitations of magic. "She was younger than me... too young to have died."
Her eyes snapped to Antigone when she mentioned reading about Dora in the paper. "There was an obituary? Who..? Silas hasn't been in any fit state. He can hardly bare to take his eyes away from Imogen and Gabriel. Do you still have the paper?" Pandora was aware that this was unlikely, but she wanted to see it for herself.
"I just feel like I would be rubbing salt in Silas' wounds. It just feels wrong right now. Maybe in a few months when things are less... raw."
She looked at Antigone and realised that her Irish accent had become stronger. Again she thought that Ronan would have been better off with the other woman and a powerful wave of jealousy washed over her. She wrapped her arm protectively around her bump, her posture stiffening against the woman. It was an irrational thought but she didn't care. She and Ronan had been through too much, his father, the accident, Dora's disapproval...
Dora had hated Ronan long before he had hurt Pandora... and Antigone had found out about the two of them... and she had dodged Pandora's question about knowing Dora... Several things clunked jarringly in to place. She eyed Antigone with suspicion "She told you, didn't she? She was the one who wrote to you and told you that Ronan had asked me on a date. It was Dora... wasn't it?" She studied Antigone's face closely, waiting for her reaction.
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