“I’m not one more person you have to take care of. You have to stop doing that.” “I don’t know how to,” he admitted. “I know.” I crossed my arms. “But you’re going to have to figure it out. I have to be able to trust you. I have to know that even if we don’t agree, we’re doing this together.” “We are doing it together.” “No, we’re not. You’re trying to make decisions for me, just like Saint.” He bristled at the words. “When I made that deal with Holland, I did it on my own. You were never supposed to be a part of this.” “Fable, I love you,” he breathed, still staring at my feet. “I don’t want
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