Stop helping me, Gregory. I was still curled against Nathaniel, and Jason was a dim blond shape on the other side of him. I looked at him, sort of outraged. You must finish binding him, ma petite, and you must start from the beginning of the words.
Not really. I'm trying to see what's there, not what I want to be there. I couldn't just start yelling her name without maybe getting Owen in trouble with this Dallas person. Me dying was one thing, but it wouldn't just be me.
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