Happiness. Sadness. Nervousness. Terror. A flood of emotions, crashing over me, pulling me under.Then—a touch.Soft. Warm. Steady.I looked down, startled.Iris’s delicate fingers rested on mine, small, fragile, but strong. A quiet kind of strength, the kind that didn’t come from power or dominan
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