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The bus ca my ankle I wasn’t an expert, but I didn’t think I’d hurt it as badly as I’d initially thought It already felt better than earlier

It surprised ht I’d ht

"Ready to talk?" I asked without turning around to look him in the face

"You know, ht now rather than look to others’ problems as a distraction It won’t fix what’s broken"

He knew me a little too well "Let ht up to me so alked side by side His expression was so serious that for a moment I could really see the resemblance between him and his brother in the line of their jaw, the shape of their eyes, and along their cheekbones It wasn’t always so obvious "Why? Is it because you’re madly in love with him and you want to find the answers to save hiut, hearing them spilled so carelessly out in the open "Don’t be ridiculous"

"Or maybe you want to save me" His elusive smile returned "Maybe ever since our little experi to kiss el boy, but that brother of his? Way hotter"

I glared at him "Who’s Kara?"

"Pass" He kept his eyes on the sidewalk in front of us "Next?"

"I think she o crazy"

He raked a hand through his hair "Crazy That’s a good word"

"Was she a girlfriend?" I persisted, undeterred "Yours or Bishop’s? What happened to her?"

"Next question," he hissed out fro"

I deflated I didn’t doubt he’d just walk away I’d tread on dangerous territory But ouldn’t be dangerous territory when it came to hiave h"

"You said once that you and Bishop had different fathers, which is why you have different coloring Who was your father?"

He was silent for a few heavy reat deal ofa bastard as his son I took his last name anyway just to piss hilow to his eyes now, betraying his fluctuating e? Do you think this is so it will help everythingFocusing on his past helped et "