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last performance. "You must go back," he'd s

"unconscious," I stood in the foyer two days later, a

rom the velvet sofa, filing h

"Dean and I decided the guest room is too

only place that smelled entirely of Dean-my

where I sleep. I nee

your things out. You're sleeping in t

" I said,

hrew herself backward into a

creamed. "H

n stormed out, aura flar

d. "I asked her to help with

, use your senses! You kno

nfused, as if fighting through a fog. He sniffed the air, but then sh

ne

iological imperative crushing my will.

a," Dean loomed over me. "T

the mind-link. It has silver in

to behave, his voice e

owless concrete cell. The doo

in like microscopic embers. I curled into a ball, screaming silently

er, the d

yourself up. We have the Charity Auction tonight. You will smile,