“You okay?” Zahariev asked, his voice low, almost a whisper between us. It dripped down my spine, making me shiver. “Yeah,” I said, blowing out a long breath, trying to suppress the nausea roiling in my stomach. “Lilith.” I tilted my head back, meeting Zahariev’s gaze. “What?” One side of his mouth lifted. “I just want you to look me in the eyes when you lie.” I glared at him. “I want to be all right, okay?” His expression softened. “It’s okay to not be okay.” “It doesn’t feel that way,” I said. I let my head rest against his chest. His laugh was quiet. “That’s because you do not like to be
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