The end of the day at the company was full of problems. The media, God knows how, already knew about the Duncan issue. Alanna would hold a meeting and warn everyone that information from within the company should not be exposed, if it was any of the Paradise employees.
She went home as soon as the clock struck six in the afternoon. Her head was full. All she wanted was a bath and Faolán. Preferably underwater, with her. About her. Underneath it.
She shook her head, berating herself. She was very dependent on him. She needed to tell him the truth. It was more than necessary. On the next date she promised that she would let him tag her. But what if he regretted it? She remembered his words, about a marked couple having to either be killed or live in agony apart. She didn't want the second option, but the first didn't seem so bad after all. She was tired. The six hundred years of waiting for Adarlan were totally useless.
