“Damnit, Nguyen! Why can’t you ever just—just do as you’re fucking told?” The words spilled from his mouth like acid, hissing and burning on his tongue. The wind howled as his skin rippled and he brought both hands up to his head, knocking the gun harshly against his temple. “Why do you have to ruin everything you ever touch?” You’re a curse. You’re a curse. You’re a curse. No. No. I listened to Lorance Barns once and it ruined my life. And while he may not have ever gotten over it or moved on, I was trying to. I had a life now, a shop, a stable job. I had people who cared about me—Julia, the
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