“It’s no use,” I say. “I know you won’t really hurt me.” Those last words sit between us as Nadir’s jaw tics. I know it’s true. It’s something I’ve understood for a while. That no matter what happens, he wouldn’t ever willingly hurt me. He doesn’t argue, instead running a frustrated hand through his hair. “He would hurt me, though,” Tristan says, and Nadir’s expression morphs from serious to gleeful.
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