Azazel loosens his grip like he might drop my hand, but I give him another squeeze and lace my fingers through his. “They love you.” “They don’t know me.” He shrugs. “Well, Alice does, but she’s family. It’s not the same.” My heart twinges, but I’m too content for it to be more than a passing ache. “I wouldn’t know.” He gives me a sharp look. “Family isn’t only blood. Pope knows you better than anyone.” My body flushes hot and then cold. “I’m aware.” I swallow hard. I’ve been very pointedly not thinking about Pope too often, but they slip into my thoughts more and more as time goes on. “I miss
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