Christian had been leaning back against the couch with his eyes closed. The moment he felt the warmth of Nancy's hand on his skin, they snapped open.His eyes were a mess of red veins, dense and tangled like a web. He gently pushed her hand away and said, "It's nothing."Nancy knew he was like this—cold, distant, guarded—but knowing it didn't make it hurt any less.Even though she could feel him pulling away, she pressed on. "I made soup. Let me bring you some."He hadn't planned on answering, but he didn't want to embarrass her, so he relented. "Sure."Nancy's face lit up, and she disappeared into the kitchen.A few minutes later, she came back with a bowl of soup. The aroma was rich and savory, and when he took a small sip, the flavor was perfectly balanced.Before he realized it, he'd finished the whole bowl.But as he set it down on the table, his mind drifted to Talia. She used to make him all kinds of soups, too. And he'd never once told her they were good.Now, out of n
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