His head slants to the side, eyes narrowed a fraction. “Death is the bane of my existence. Not you.” What? Fitz’s confession grips my heart and squeezes hard. Where the hell did that come from? “You’re an illusion.” He messes with my backpack strap, giving his gaze a new place to focus. “A distraction. I can’t stop looking at you. And I can’t stop navigating closer to you, even though I know you’re unreachable.” “Be—” I start to speak, but my thoughts trip over his words. I don’t understand. “Because we live together?” His lips bend into a sad smile when he returns his gaze to mine, and his
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