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I’ up every detail of his features the sah if I just stare at hierous puzzle that is Marcus Constantine

Finally, he ers track down the upper half ofthe vivid red flowers that bloom on my skin When he reaches the elbow and then the abbreviated end of ood one

The fingers of his other hand drift down that ar to measure the differences between the two

With both of his hands on me, it feels like an electrical circuit has been closed Soh ainst the door, ht him, too overwhel but ride out the sensations

His fingers skiood arm—then over the crook of my elbow and down my forearm

Then, suddenly, they stop His hand on rows colder

“What the fuck is this?”

His voice is hard, andin quickly

Fuck

“It’s nothing It’s none of your business” I yankto press away from the door and slip past him

But he grabs entle Now it’s rough Angry He bendsit closer to his face as he stares down at the long vertical slash th of my forearm

The kind of slash that designates a serious attempt to die, not a bid for attention or a cry for help

“I said, what the fuck is this?” His grip tightens until it’s painful, and fury darkens his voice

I pull harder onhand so I could push hioddamn business”

He raisese when I wasn’t supposed to, and now he has to shohat I did wrong