Beck’s fingers twirled the ends of my red hair, while Rush drew small circles over my ankle with his thumb. I wondered if he even noticed he’d been doing it. He’d been hovering around me ever since he’d pulled me from that van. Nico, on the other hand, was making an obvious effort not to touch me. It was like since his overprotective malfunction right after I woke up, he was overcompensating by being more of an asshole than usual. One moment he was all Gentlemen, a total psychotic rage machine, and the next moment he was talking me through panic attacks and making promises I had no idea if he
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