“Tell me he’s not out there,” I say to Garrick and Bodhi, whose features I can barely see in the moonlight. “I could tell you that, but I’d be lying,” Bodhi remarks, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re not going to want to see him. Not tonight, Sorrengail,” Garrick warns with a grimace. “Self-preservation is a thing. Notice we’re not with him, and we’re his best friends.” “Yeah, well, I’m his…” I open my mouth and shut it a few times because…fuck if I know what I am to him. But the longing that holds my heart hostage, this driving need to be at his side because I know he’s suffering, no
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