I reached out and let his fingers brush mine. I could have cleared the steps if I was allowed to be mean, but having to be nice at the same time I was trying to be firm was beyond me. The man nodded. Had he ever promised that it would go away? No, he hadn't.
Damage that I caused seemed to heal as if another lycanthrope or vamp had cut them up. No matter what Nathaniel liked in that area, I wasn't ready for it. A functioning alcoholic is what they call it. There were moments when the thought of having Nathaniel with me forever panicked the hell out of me, but I forced that worry down.
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