But her eyes speak differently, and my smile fades. She’s really, truly scared. “You’re safe with me, you know that, Rose?” I ask her. “I won’t ever hurt you.” I’ve always treated her like she’s an extension of myself. The more hostile, torrid side—that is. It’s a reason I’ve become so possessive of her throughout the years, even when we weren’t together. “I know,” she says, relaxing her shoulders.
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