If you don't believe me, call Captain Parker yourself. Micah looked at me, and even through the dark glasses, I could picture the look. Damian is dying, I whispered it, because I could feel it. I leaned back from the kiss enough to see his eyes wide and unfocused.
What ladder? Our murder scene and body dump are in a hole left by some overzealous construction workers. I frowned at him, as the world stopped spinning. It will take us weeks, or months, to decipher what is true power and what is simply all of us coming to terms with ourselves. But hormones are traitorous little bastards.
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