His hands gripped my shoulders. “The scanner found nothing. I do not understand. I need you to tell me what is wrong.” Concern laced his voice, his beautiful voice. I let my fingers slide open to peek out. He looked at me with such care that another wave of grief welled in my chest, ripping from my throat in broken hiccups. Oh, god! I’m already in love with him. But as soon as he finds out what I did, he’ll hate me. And he should. Storr cradled me to him, and I sobbed against his chest. My fingers clutched at the firm muscle of his shoulders, the only solidity in a volatile universe. As much
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