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"So much for our happy ending," Remy breathed out bitterly as he stared at his home city for perhaps the last time.
Belladonna laid one hand on his arm. "I could go with you," she offered, pleaded one last time.
"No, chère." He gently took her hand and pulled it away. "Not going to drag you down with me. You stay here. You the heir now."
A series of emotions flickered across her face: anger, hurt, pain, denial... Love?
Remy studied her eyes, hoping for just one thing to take with him, a memory from his wedding day that was maybe worthwhile. "I'll miss you, Belle," he murmured.
Her face shut up like a mask and Belladonna Bordreaux took one step back toward New Orleans. "I'll see you again, whether here or somewhere else. Stay alive, Gambit."
Gambit. He flinched back from the name, though perhaps her words had been meant as a comfort. He nodded tersely and left her for his bike and the open road.
So much for their happy ending. C'est la mort.