“Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about with us, sweetheart?” Ransom asks, turning and draping his body along the length of the couch. “Because you look like you're falling apart in front of my face.” “What's the big deal? You did the same thing times a hundred already.” Pax jumps down from the bar and meets my eyes for one, long, searing moment. It's like I can feel him in my head, debating on what to say, mulling over all his options. Finally, he settles on one. “Lilith,” he says, his voice low and even, but his hands curled into tight fists, the ink on his knuckles straining
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