“Not just that. Ianto is shutting me out. He doesn’t trust me. But he trusts you.” She remembered the way Ianto had laid his hand on her shoulder. How heavy it had felt, how it had pushed her back down into that drowning place. Without thinking, she blurted out, “So what do you want me to do? Seduce him?” Preston’s face turned strikingly red. “No! Saints, no. What kind of person do you think I am?” Effy was flushing, too, unable to meet his gaze. Why had she said that? It was more proof that something was broken inside her brain, like a skewing of train tracks. She could never trust anyone’s
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