“Give me them,” Jason says, taking my heels. Ghost stands in front of me, blocking my path as I come to a stop. Before I can even make sense of it, he lifts me from the ground and scoops me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. “You don’t need to carry me,” I rush out, taken aback. “I can walk. Really.” “I want you against me,” he breathes. “You keep protecting me. Why?” “I see right through you.” Frowning, I shake my head. “What does that even mean?” “It’s all you’ve ever wanted. To be protected. Safe,” he sharply states, cutting across the front lawn of a house. “We will keep you safe, little
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if u reread this paragraph u can see im in the story in the back lying down on the street.
