tugged him to me. “You’re scarred. Just like me.” I slipped my hand under the soft cotton, feeling for his marked flesh, the twisted skin covered by the ink. “It’s how we understand each other so deeply. And I’d pay those prices over and over if it meant finding you in the end.” “Little Warrior,” he growled. I took a little of his darkness into me then, making his pain mine. “Don’t.” “It’s mine, the same as you are,” I whispered. A different sort of pain flashed across his face. “Enough.” Slowly, I pulled my hand away from his skin, knowing I’d taken the edge off. Just enough for him to see a
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