“I want to help you.” “You can’t.” Another tiny, defeated smile. “But it’s okay. I can handle a few punches to the face. I’m still not going to do what they want.” But what if it escalated? What if the longer he refused to find whoever they wanted him to, the more they hurt him—worse and worse until he either had no choice but to obey or they killed him? Terror flooded me, making my fingers bite into his thighs as I stared up at him. “Really, Charlie.” Moth hesitated, then clasped my face and leaned down to kiss me. “It’s okay. And if it… If they summon me again, just wait for me. They’ll send
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