“I don’t think you’re a monster.” He begins to smirk bitterly, but she touches her thumb to the corner of his mouth. “I don’t,” she repeats. “Eliasz.” “Oj, Liseczka.” The words escape as a sigh, one she feels on her cheek. He brings his face closer to hers, so close their foreheads are almost touching. His lips are slightly parted, limned by the muted light. All she would have to do is lean in, tilt her chin up, and— “What am I doing?” The Leszy jerks away, rising to his feet. His pupils are blown wide, eyes roiling with emotions she cannot begin to discern. He rakes a hand through his hair,
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