“You saved my life,” he murmurs. “It was an accident.” I say the words by rote, out of habit, but I can’t even muster up any fake conviction in them this time. Marcus gives me a look, tilting his head a little as if asking whether I’m really going to insist on playing this stupid game. “You saved my life,” he repeats more emphatically. “Every day since then, every fucking heartbeat, I owe to you.”
