“You did nothing wrong,” he rumbled, sounding pissed but not at me for once. “Your reactions make perfect sense, and I should have focused more on figuring out why you were scared and running, rather than hating you for scars you didn’t cause. Even a fucking idiot could see you were terrified, and not just a normal sort of terror, but a deep-seated fear that comes from true suffering.” He moved closer until I could count every one of his thick, dark lashes. “I won’t make that mistake again. I promise. I will be here with and for you, through every dark step. You won’t ever be alone again,
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