12/02/2026 05:25

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Food should be on the ground. I caught it, and stood there with it in my hands. I remembered that Damian had been there. He'd been thrown from less than eight feet onto a bed, and he was breathless, frozen while he recovered.

Byron's cologne, the scent of him, was there, and I jerked back from it, because the smell of his skin in the leather brought it all back. Your look from our Richard's face. I didn't faint, but I don't know how, because sitting across from Richard and watching Clair butter his biscuits made me wish I had. I could punch at it, but I couldn't get free of it.