Your always on my mind

[Endymion Russo]

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If Endymion knew how much Fatin trusted Lucifer, he might have been jealous. He was, however, ignorant and that was probably for the best. "I came here in mid-October," he replied, looking up to the ceiling in thought. "We joined around the same time, then." It was odd that they hadn't met formally, though Endymion could remember seeing him when Phasma was found. The red wolf's smile faltered slightly at the thought; he didn't want to think about that.

Searching for something to distract him, he glanced down at the book Lucifer was holding. Though unable to read himself, Endymion was interested in others' enthusiasm for it. "Is that a good book?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying.

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