“Rosalina.” He chokes out my actual name. Is this the first time he’s ever said it to me? I’m not sure. “You certainly are a lot of trouble, aren’t you?” I swallow, head spinning. I’m not sure I would even know my name if he hadn’t just said it. “Not as much trouble as you.” A thought drifts through my starlit mind. “Cas, do you have my necklace?” He tilts his head. “Yes. But they’ll only take it from you again. You don’t need it.” He places a hand over my heart. “You have everything you need right here.” “But—” “I’ll keep it safe. I’ll keep you safe.” I think I catch a smile on his face
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