Huckslee’s entire body is stiff as a board, muscles so tense that it looks painful. His hands fist the sheets, bracing for a blow he feels I’m about to deliver. And in a way, I guess I am. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest, the terror in my veins still present from when I found him sitting on the ground outside the Prospector, looking gray as a ghost. Not breathing. Fuck, I thought I killed him. Again. Taking a shaky breath, I moisten my lips and close my eyes, needing to block out the sight of him if I’m going to get through this. Because he’s here, and he’s finally willing to listen to
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