“Tell me you won’t set fire to your heart, and I will let you go.” “Don’t ask me to do that.” “Then don’t ask me to let you go!” His eyes bled more tears, but his hand held tight to the jar. “I’m broken. I like to break things. Sometimes I want to break you.” “Then break me, Jacks.” His fingers tensed against her neck. “For once I want to do the right thing. I can’t do this. I can’t watch you die again.” The word again scraped against her like a thorn. “What do you mean, again?” “You died, Evangeline.” Jacks pulled her closer until she could feel the ragged rise and fall of his chest as he
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