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he wall, trying to steady my breathing as flas

eath becoming heavier as beads of

cally, looking at me as if I'm going to help him.

like he's famous, but I can't put my finger on who he is,

he twists Mr Riggs's hand to his back, his eyes off me entirely, n

at him as I hear him call me weak, and just like that, "the inc

low, measured tone. His ability to be so composed while he nearly snaps

d frantically, "No, ple

ckly that if I blinked, I would have missed it, and Mr Riggs's eyes widen in sh

just...

find their way out of my throat, and I start letting out a confused

sly in my ear. His deep command leave

I can't help the small jolt my heart gives. I thought he was beautiful before, but this clo

t be attracted

hand, but you must not

running from "the incident" just to go to jail. When my eyes flicker back to Sinclair's, however, something about him make

es my mouth, I whisper-s

It was basic Carotid

o idea what that means, he looks at me confused. Does

I just caused him to go unc

know the fact Mr Riggs isn't dead should make me feel be

ou've done

ight time to leave, "Like I said, Miss Allard, standard business. D

at rises in my chest, a feeling of fury that has become norma

mean?" I say, crossing

d, "I don't think I st

I barely pass the middle of his chest, but I've never let that stop me from standin

captured you, you simply let him take you. This small display of bravery you're trying to do right now doesn't prove you aren't weak, it just

et it ablaze. I try and find the words to say, but

e a good evening, Mr Sinc

you I don't need it, but you

tists and buyers. It feels like stepping into a different world entirely. Everyone is l

pid and weak are playing on a loop in my hea

ind me, and this pushes me to my tipping point. M

d before he can say anything else