DO YOU LIVE HERE?” I ASK. IN THE AFTERNOON SUN, I HAVE TO squint to properly make him out. I guess he could be Sem’s brother— several years younger, similar hair color. Slim build and soft, boyish jawline. He doesn’t seem hostile. But he also doesn’t feel like he belongs to this place that smells like moss and brine.I don’t lower my knife. “Who are you?”He slowly looks up at me, a smudge of soil on his forehead, another on his cheekbone. “Oh, your eyes. They are so familiar to me.”I take a step back. Quickly glance around, wondering if I should call for Zane. Except, would Zane kill this boy? Yes, probably. “I need you to tell me who you are,” I demand.“What a joy. To speak with you. To be with you.”What. The. Fuck. “I mean, sure. You should feel lucky, but . . . do I know you?”He straightens further, whispering something that ends up swallowed by the breeze and the waves. Slowly, he stands, holding out his hand. When I change my defensive grip to something that could do some re
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