“When did this happen?” I wondered in a whisper. “This?” “You and me. How did we get from where we started to…this?” He yawned, unraveling from me and sitting up and stretching. “Forever trying to map things out, aren’t you?” “You know I can’t help myself.” I sat up as well so that I could look him in the eyes. “Where did it start for you?” He considered the question for several moments, taking my hand and absently threading his fingers in and out of mine. “The day we met. The first time we spoke.” “Really?” Another long pause, then, “That day…I could smell the fear on you. The blood. You
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