“Don’t expect me to thank you for stopping,” he growled. I looked around the bathroom, sighing heavily. The place was a fucking mess. This entire situation was a fucking mess; cleaning any of it up was going to be a fucking nightmare. “I don’t care if you thank me or not, asshole,” I said. “If it were up to me, I would have let you die. It’s Sera you should be thanking.” I looked up at her, feeling the weight of her gaze on my shoulders, her judgement more precious and terrifying than my father’s ever was. “I call her my angel, because she brings me back from the edge. She reminds me I’m not
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