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He’d switched so quickly fro kisser to crazed psychopath There was no helping soical issues I should just turn around and forget about all of this

Even as I thought it, I kneasn’t an option

Clutchingthe build-up of stress to filter away Only oncedid I traverse the office and open the parallel door

Looking left and right, I held th of the corridor held no one--eain, the sensation thatoccurred I’d felt it when I first locked eyes with Fox--the pull, the gravity between us It tugged me in a direction I hadn’t known existed until hiether because we could help each other I didn’t believe in fairy-tales, but I did believe in serendipitous encounters Fox could help me with Clara I could help him with his demons

After I hurt hi her kept ivehard, I tiptoed toward Fox’s bedroo copious aht one Turned out I hadn’t memorized it very well

The lock clicked open, and the door handle turned easily inback I would tell the truth I would force him to listen And I had no clue hoould react

What are you doing, Zel?

I honestly couldn’t answer that question I truly didn’t know The risk of co back to a man as unstable as Fox was suicidal It wasn’t just the allure of ht ht of losing Clara, but so, I didn’t like So the door open, I strode in, eyes zeroing in on the bed

Empty

My heart raced as I moved forward The black decorated roo off statues of wolves and faceless boys All around ht in the linting with sys su of a story--ry, too deep, too filled with violence Three Russian words caught ry and sinister

Lettingfall off ers to trace the foreign letters I wished I understood what they alloped There’d been no sound, no hint that anything dangerous had entered the room, but my senses knew

I stepped back fro toward the bathroo behind hi in his tight posture, the dampness of his hair He didn’t say a word--he didn’t need to His gaze was so intense it pummelled me from across the room So many questions, so ht I’d never see you again

Our deal is broken

Leave

Run

I don’t want you here

I tried to co him just how pissed off I was, but that I understood, too

You hurt me, but I came back

You owe me for what you did

I hate you, but I want to help you

The silent conversation ended with Fox standing taller, drawing my eyes down his fully clothed body His messy dark-bronze hair dripped moisture onto his shoulders, but his toned body was encased in a black sweater and black cotton trousers

He dressed even thinking he was alone--why? I could understand physical shyness--even though he had no reason to be shy with his physique, but I couldn’t understand the need to hide whatever existed beneath his clothing

I spoke before I consciously made the decision to communicate "What happened to you?"

His jaollen, and one eye had a large cut beneath it, all puffed and purple Blood crusted his hairline and he kept an arans or ribs

I balled e to nurse him as he shuffled from the doorway toward the bed He never took his eyes off y in the room sparked and fizzled with awareness I’d never been so in-tune with soardless if I lusted for them or hated the hi on the bed Despite his obvious pain, there was soe of…I didn’t knoer, hatred, poise htly reined control Before, he looked like he could reap Areddon, now he looked…relaxed He looked tired