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I’ as he stands

He frowns down at me “Why are you here?” he rasps

I look up at him between strands of my wind-blown hair I s hard “I saw you” My still-racing heart sta with adrenaline But stand I do

Bright ht hides his features from me as I step closer My hands curl into fists “You must be mad! Or have a death wish!”

I pace around hile, I find his shadowed face a h your mind? I’d bloody like to know!”

When he doesn’t move, I shove hihs off daily!” I can see thea httiht of that? Because I have!” A sob catches in my throat, and he strides to me

“Fuck” It’s so soft, I’ ar, as is his chest

I breathe deeply through my nose, too furious to cry

“Why are you here, Finley?” His big hand rubs circles on my back “Are you okay?”

I feel him inhale deeply, and I want to strike him—so I step away

“You nearly died! A stiff ould have blown us over” Thoughts race through e Even these few ripsa leak and wipe htened!”

His face is a mask “I’m sorry” Such a flat voice

“Were you going to jued “You think you have wings, Declan Carnegie?”

His htens

“Is that a yes or no?”