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Fleur grabbed a box off the counter; Yun snatched it right out of her arms.
"Tu serais mort avant que je te laisse porter quoi que ce soit." (You'd be dead before I let you hold anything,) Yun snapped. She rolled her eyes and took a bottle of red wine.
Elias was behind her. As she followed Yun outside, she looked down to where Evara and Callum had been earlier. She was surprised to still see them there in the same position. The second Evara heard the door close, she looked down toward the bar.
Fleur looked away and got in Elias's car. She glanced at Elias, who was closing and locking up the bar finally. It was around 4 a.m. now. Evara pulled away from Callum, just taking in his blue gaze that was looking down upon her. Elias walked away from the door, looking at the two who were now quietly exchanging words that looked like vows. Evara placed her hand on Callum's cheek, caressing his face as he left his two hands on her waist.
"Why didn't you tell me about her sooner?" she asked, tone so soft it resembled a whisper.
He brought her a little closer. "So I wouldn't scare you off with my trauma..." he smiled.
"The box... at the top of your closet..."
"It's hers?" she asked. He nodded slightly.
"Why didn't she take it?" she asked, rubbing his face with the back of her hand.
"When I brought it home she was burning almost everything I gave her. I just didn't find it reasonable to give it to her," he explained.
As the car started to drive by them, it slowed down as Fleur and the two brothers waved at Evara kindly with soft smiles. She waved back with her free hand as Callum turned around quickly but then turned back to Evara instantly. The car went down the street and took a left.
"I want you to tell me what you can," she said.
He sighed. She smiled before he let her go, taking her hand once again. They continued walking down the street. It got a bit colder.
"I'd rather not talk about it—not because I don't want to tell you, I just..."
"It's okay, Cal," she shook her head, reassuring him.
It was silent for a moment.
"I'm gonna fly my mother out here soon," she claimed.
"You serious?" he asked.
"Yeah," she smiled, hoping maybe he'd be excited.
"Does she know about us?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? Why wouldn't she?" Evara insisted.
