“How can you say you were worried about me when you know … when you know what you have planned for me?” Tethys started to take a step toward me once more, but he forced himself to stop. “You think I wanted this?” His chest was heaving again, his voice growing louder. “I didn’t ask for this. For you. It’s not my fault that you consume my every thought. Night or day. Waking or sleeping. You’re there. You’re always there.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying …” He moved forward, taking me up in his arms before I had the chance to decide whether or not I wanted him to. “I’m saying that I think I’m
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