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My brows shot up. “Him, who?”
“Mathis.”
You are Mathis.
But at the same time, he wasn’t. He was entirely different. Softer. With kinder eyes.
Maybe not…
I frowned. Eyeing him warily. “And who are you?”
“Jonas.”
I was trying to put the pieces together to puzzle this out, but my numbed brain was struggling. “Are you trying to convince me, you aren’t Mathis?”
“I’m not.” He said flatly. His voice breathy and hollow. “In a weak moment, I invited in a monster. And he’s walked in my skin ever since.”
“In your skin?”
“My body...” He said slowly.
“You’re saying Mathis is the thing possessing that body up there?”
“My body.” He nodded.
As if he thinks I’m stupid.
“If he’s possessing your body, how are you here?”
“Because of you.”
I gave him an impatient glare. Lowering my head in warning.
He waved his hands before him. “Here
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