[ and even as he's determining who and how he should be for her, she's thinking herself: then I can get him out of here. if she's not meant to be here, then she's already broken several cardinal rules. what's a few more? what's stopping anyone who tries to get in their way? what's a little blood?
she's decided this even before he says it, and that moment of wavelength is a sickening thrill. a healthy jolt of fear. look at him. this must be him—still lanky, still young, but the same blue, blue eyes. the same voice. maybe not quite as gentle as she's accustomed to.
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she's decided this even before he says it, and that moment of wavelength is a sickening thrill. a healthy jolt of fear. look at him. this must be him—still lanky, still young, but the same blue, blue eyes. the same voice. maybe not quite as gentle as she's accustomed to.
turns her hand to grasp his wrist. ]
Follow me.