"So, sweetheart, what are you planning on doing?" Aakifahlynn's mother, Arwen, broke the awkward and nervous laughter between the three.

As far as Aakifahlynn's parents were concerned, they were already living a retired life, their finances were pretty good, and they could support their daughter until she got on her feet again.

Meanwhile, Demarion simply stared daggers at Aakifahlynn. He would provide for her; she would want for nothing, but how could he tell her that right now?

He flipped his fork between his fingers a few times as he contemplated. He'd already decided to allow this. Besides, half the Stygian is hers.

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