Then I knew, knew that he was about to move and not toward Richard. It was Damian, and somehow it was all my fault. The memory wasn't like a camera view, it was from Avery's eyes. If the hand hadn't been propped up, I might not have seen it so quickly.
It was my fault if it was anyone's, Nathaniel. You said safer; funny, I'd think that would be how Nathaniel would order it, safer, then happy. He licked the roof of my mouth and drew a sound from low in my throat. She let out a long, long breath.
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