The breeze is still snaking through the gap in the doors, bringing in the smell of cigarette smoke with it. Suddenly, I’m back on the edge of the cliff overlooking Devil’s Dip. My body at the mercy of the wind, my right sneaker hovering over nothing but air. You hoping to fall, or fly? “Oh, sparrow!” A sharp pain slices across my thigh. I look down and see Alberto has turned his hand over and dragged the faceted gem of his ring across my skin. “What the—” “Aurora, Dante asked you a question,” Alberto says through gritted teeth. His eyes flash like warning signs. “It’s rude to ignore somebody
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