“Then what the fuck are we still doing here? Kill the kid, burn the drive, and lay low for a while.” “I can’t.” Saying those two words out loud to someone like Eduard, someone from my world, was excruciating. Failure, weakness — it wasn’t tolerated. Even if I said it in Russian, so Roan couldn’t hear hear how pathetic I was, my stomach still seized. “Why not?” “I just... can’t.” Admitting I couldn’t stay away from him almost gutted me, but actually staying away would have been a far worse pain. There were no words to explain it, it was just a feeling I had, the need to be near him. The only
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