Finally, I gave him what he wanted — I looked at him. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. The look in his eyes said it all. Fury, agony, despair. Not pity. Not disgust. The world tilted. My vision blurred until Sasha was nothing more than a wash of color. Tremors wracked my body. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. It wasn’t until Sasha’s arms wrapped around me that I knew I’d fallen. I buried my face into his shoulder, trying to muffle my sobbing against him. He stood up, holding me upright with one arm around my torso. His other hand alternated between holding the back of my head and
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