“You know what I think about almost every night?” he murmured. I could’ve sworn he pressed his lips briefly to my knuckles, but I wasn’t sure. I thought I’d ripped out all the feelings I had for him, but I could feel them there again, tiny shoots uncurling and stretching upwards. “I think about your face when Lana pulled that gun on you. You looked relieved. You were gonna just sit there and let her kill you. An’ all I knew was that I couldn’t let that happen.”
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