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“You’re making a bad mistake. Stephen’s a shaman. A real one, not a fucking travesty like that reject from a charnel house. You touch me, he will hunt you to the grave. You won’t know what vengeance is till he comes after you.”
Stephen dropped to his knees in front of him and took his chin in a gentle hand. Crane leaned slightly forward to turn the touch to a hold, aware of the others, but needing the comfort, and felt Stephen cup his face tenderly even as he turned it from side to side, examining Crane’s eyes. “I thought we agreed you weren’t going to be horribly killed. I’m sure you said that.”
I was terrified.” The words were blurted out. Crane’s fingers stilled as Stephen’s golden eyes met his, their expression suddenly raw. “I thought I’d lost you, Lucien. I thought I’d find that thing wearing your body and eating your mind, and I couldn’t bear it. Oh God.”