I tense up, bracing myself for… For what? For him to grab me and handcuff me? For him to yell at me? For him to threaten me and demand to know what the hell I’m doing here? He does none of those things. Instead, he cups my cheeks with such heartbreaking gentleness that I almost sob. Turning my head from side to side, he studies my face with those intense eyes of his. “Are you hurt?” Out of all the things I had expected him to say, that hadn’t even been on the list. I thought he would be furious. Instead, he’s asking if I’m hurt. “Selena, look at me.” Worry pulses in his eyes as he wipes
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