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“Yes.” Cora confirms, sounding remorseful. “But you’re not wrong either. She wants to protect the people she cares about even when she’s in no state to do so.” Something we have in common. I think bitterly. “I suppose it’s two sides of the same coin.” I say instead. “Whether she’s doing it to prot
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“I’m not pretending.” I insist. “I know you think I’m this fragile thing, but I’m not, Dominic.” He sighs, wearing the beleaguered expression of someone at his wits end. “It isn’t fragile or weak to be affected by a near death experience, Ella.” “I know that.” I inform him stubbornly, “That isn’t
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I kick my legs and beat my fists against Sinclair’s thighs, but he easily restrains me. This is so confusing, how can I feel safer being confined by his strong arms than I did when I was lashing out wildly? He lands another swat, on the opposite cheek this time – spreading the heat over my raised bu
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