home shortly after, found Sev, and you know the rest.” “But I don’t remember anyone named Drake. And I remember him, his name wasn’t Drake.” He pointed at the picture. I shook my head. “No, his name was Richard.” I pulled a face. I’d always hated that name. “Richard Branning,” Eli said. “You were him, though, weren’t you?” “I was. I changed the name as soon as I could. It never felt like me. The last name wasn’t mine either.” Eli’s hand landed on my forearm, his thumb sweeping over my skin in soft caresses. “No, it never seemed like it fit. Drake fits you so much better. God, I can’t believe
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