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“Do you really think… The Purple Hyacinth is leaving flowers next to his victims as a threat to the royals?” The question catches her off guard more so than she would like to admit. Do I really…? His words linger in the air and Lauren furrows her brows. Kieran White, the Purple Hyacinth, half of Lune, her subordinate… Do you really think the Purple Hyacinth is leaving flowers next to his victims as a threat to the royals? Pictures flash through her head as Sandman’s query echoes inside her ears, the night they met; “And I have no regrets.” The night he saved her; his stance, his tight fist when she pried a little too much, the half-lies she had grown so accustomed to. The night in the cave; “I am a monster!” The night he apologized; his sincerity, his honesty. And then it is Sandman’s voice that finds its way into her memories, Come on, Ren, you’re smart. She opens her eyes without even realizing she had closed them and takes a deep breath. No, she doesn’t really think the Purple Hyacinth is leaving flowers next to his victims as a threat to the royals. She hasn’t thought that for a long time. Her voice sounds foreign to her own ears as she lets herself believe what she’s known for months, “No.”
Lauren Sinclair is tired of being blind, and maybe seeing her partner for who he really is will serve as a first step in the right direction.