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Leo’s POV Amelia and I had come to a bit of a truce, of sorts. She pretends that I didn’t pluck out my heart and hand it to her on a silver platter the other day, nor does she mention that day by the lake when I broke down in her arms and begged her to take my pain away. Meanwhile, I pretend that I’m just some casual acquaintance that happens to be going everywhere she goes whenever she leaves the Luna suite. Ive been avoiding conversation with her for the most part. It’s become obvious that we can’t just be “friends” after our shared past. It might work well enough for her, but I’m just so emotionally damaged at this point that I can’t do it. It’s too painful. I may act like I’m perfectly fine, but it’s just that. An act. So I follow along doing my Gamma bodyguard thing while