He reached out for her hand and she grabbed onto his. 	“Eena, when you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here. That’s what best friends are for.”	She let the tears fall. He’d never know they were for him. He’d think they were because of Derian. They held hands silently throughout the night, Ian unaware that this was by far her most tortured nightmare ever. Paradise so close, and yet completely unattainable.
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Return of a Queen
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