I suddenly remember why I brought her here: I need to know you’re not like the others. As her body trembled against mine on the headland, I realized all the money and the gifts and the fancy meals would never bring her reassurance. Only my actions and my words will. She’s damaged. Broken by men from our world, and it’s my responsibility to patch her back up and make sure she never shatters again. When I hook my fingers onto the latticed grate, my fingertips brush against hers on the other side. “I’m not going anywhere, Queenie. Not ever.” “Even if you almost get killed again?” My laugh
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