He went back to reading the novel, and Kate’s smile faded. “You can’t go, Cress,” she rasped. “All I think about is running off and doing something crazy to make you stay.” Her phone felt heavy in her pocket. Cress pursed his lips, his brows bunching together. “Yes, I know. It’s been written all over your faeborn-cursed face all week.” And then he added, “Do you know how difficult it is to have a girlfriend who speaks with a tone like that all the time?” “What does my tone tell you?” she asked. “It tells me you’ve more than thought about doing something crazy. It tells me you have plans to do
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