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When I spoke earlier, I kept my voice library-quiet out of habit—but the truth is, there’s no one around to hear us at any volume

“Why did you do it?”

Marcus’s voice is quiet too, although I’m sure it’s not out of respect for the library, and there’s an intensity in his words that seeh my skin

I knohat he’s talking about He’s referring to the night I got shot The night I alure that out But I see no reason to give hiround at all

“Do what?” I keep my face impassive

His eyes narrow slightly, and he steps forward, closing the space between us until our chests are practically brushing “You knohat”

I have a sudden impulse to put my hand on his broad chest To hold him at bay To create some kind of barrier between us

But for so hirab on to one of the shelves behindthe ancient metal like a lifeline

“Is that why you’ve been following aze “Just to ask -ass tio”

“I’ now”

Up close, I can see every detail of his face, and I can’t help but drink it all in This is the first tiood look at him Every other time I’ve seen this man, his features have been partially obscured by shadows, or by the shifting lights inside the club that night

But here, under the di, I can see him clearly

He’s beautiful

So ht to be

His hair is a rich, deep brown, cut shorter on the sides than the top His jaw is square and broad, and his high cheekbones accentuate the angles of his face A long, straight nose sits above full lips, and heavy eyebrows set off the long lashes that frame his eyes