I'm hoping it won't come to that, I said. I got your back. You didn't mean to kill, and you felt bad about it. I touched my cheek where Barbara Brown had sliced me, and it still hurt.
He cocked his head to one side, the expression on his face clearly said that he knew that wasn't true. I thought this one was your boyfriend. He carved the outline of me with his claws. It had felt good for a few moments, but I was already beginning to regret how I'd treated Damian.
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