There was no heartbeat to hear. I remembered only pieces. I wouldn't lose the cool reserve that Damian could give me, not for anything. It was my turn to try to pace, but I was smaller, and standing a little farther out from the doors, so I got almost a full circle out of my pacing.
A claw curled into the wet sheets on one side, and that claw was a black-furred hand. He looked up, and I saw those wide brown eyes, saw what he was running from. That I'm never going to do anything to make how I feel about Jean-Claude, or Micah, or Nathaniel, or Asher, or, hell, Damian, okay. It seemed more .
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