Keefe tore a hand through his hair again. “I can tell there’s something you’re not telling me right now—but I’m not going to force you to talk about it. If you say you’re good, I’ll trust you.” She held his stare through the Imparter screen as she told him, “I’m good.” He nodded. “Just remember: the worrying thing you’re a master at? I’m pretty good at it too. So . . . don’t forget about me, okay?” There was a rawness to the plea that tugged on Sophie’s heart hard enough to drag it into her throat.
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