“Look at me,” my voice was low and guttural. Her eyes glittered like hard emeralds as she slid her gaze over obediently. “I would have taken that bullet to the heart to save you. You don’t consider me a part of your life, but princess, I will earn my way back.” The material of the armchair groaned under the sharp pressure of her curled fingers. Her eyes scrunched closed, and I watched her smooth out the lines in her forehead. She flexed her hand. An innocuous movement to some, but I knew Adelaide. I knew the dark places her mind took her to sometimes. “Are you having thoughts again?” I asked.
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