He just closed the distance and hovered, and I couldn’t move if I tried. My head swam. “Not going to fight me again?” he murmured. It took a moment, but I raised my eyes, meeting his. “It’s easier to pretend that we’re in control of everything that happens to us.” I repeated his words. “It’s almost peaceful. To just let it be.” He stared at me and then… nodded. He touched my face, and I jerked away, but then he brought up his hand, showing me the blood he’d wiped off. I touched my face, too, patting the scratch. Was that from Martin or the escape? “Does Will know?” he asked, rubbing my blood
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