Something in Jude’s brain glitched, his world tipping. It was the deep bass of the people in the bar laughing and yelling and the screeching feedback of the microphone and the thuds of barstools that sounded like gunshots … and … and everything. “Jude.” Indira’s soft voice cut through the disarray of his senses, and she bobbed into focus in front of him. She looked calm. Soft. Steady. She looked like everything. His head swam. He wanted to ask her for help, but he didn’t know how. He wanted … wanted … “I’m going to touch you,” she whispered, holding up her palms. “Is that okay?” Somehow, he
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