He catches my hand, his eyes hardening. “She could, Dimitri. The wound . . . If she doesn’t want to come back—” “Shh.” Twisting my wrist, I release it from his grip and continue to clean his face. When it’s done, I sit back, dropping the cloth on the floor and taking his hand. “We have to be strong right now, okay? We are not losing anyone else.” My voice hardens. “We can’t. So, no matter how much it hurts right now, no matter how angry, sad, and worried we are, we keep it together for her. We give her a reason to fight. We keep our girl alive. We give everything for her like she did for us,
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