“He treats me the same way he treats Damon.” Somehow, my words came out sounding more or less normal, but Elliot wasn’t fooled. “Shit, Noah.” He stared at me, compassion in his eyes. “You love him, don’t you.” There wasn’t even a question in his voice, only resignation. I threw my head back, staring up at the soft greys of the sky above me, breathing in the London air that held a hint of salt from the river. Exhaling deeply, I clenched my fists, attempting a semblance of composure, before I finally admitted it. “Yeah, I do.” Elliot’s sharp intake of breath cracked the silence that had fallen
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