Mustang lingers with me, eyes following Cassius as he’s escorted away. “What are your plans for him?” she asks me when we’re left alone. “I don’t know,” I say, angry she would ask that now. “Darrow, are you all right?” “Fine. I just need to be alone right now.” “OK.” She doesn’t leave me. Instead, she steps closer. “It’s not your fault.” “I said I want to be alone.” “It’s not your fault.” I look over at her, angry she won’t leave, but when I see how gentle her eyes are, how open to me they are, I feel the tension in my ribs release. The tears come unbidden. Streaking down my cheeks. “It’s not
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