He was staring ahead almost blindly, and with such fixed intent that he didn’t seem to hear her as she came up behind him. She caught at his sleeve, swinging him around to face her. “What,” she said breathlessly. “What were you trying to ask me, Jem?” His eyes widened. His cheeks were flushed, whether from running or the cold air, she wasn’t sure. He looked at her as if she were some bizarre plant that had sprung up on the spot, astonishing him. “Tessa—you followed me?” “Of course I followed you. You ran off in the middle of a sentence!” “It wasn’t a very good sentence.” He looked down at the
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