I'd never seen those lavender eyes angry before. Jason was nuzzling my hair. They found a rhythm together, so that they mirrored each other. Is Primo like some kind of Trojan horse? he asked, and him asking that made me think better of him, lots better.
Now, I started to lay the machete tip against my arm, but Requiem's hand was suddenly wrapped around the hand holding the machete. Yeah, he cooks. Her heart was beating. I looked up into his face, searched it for some sign that he felt used, or abused.
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