"He went to fight," I mumbled into the floor. I groaned and then whispered, "You might change your mind about that. "Are you all right?" he murmured, his voice anxious. ![]() Out of nowhere, Edward's cold hand stroked against my knotted hair. ![]() I never wanted to have to see my face in the mirror again. I LAY FACEDOWN ACROSS THE SLEEPING BAG, WAITING for justice to find me.
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