The question caught him off guard. A drop of rain slid from his split lip as he froze, every line of his body signaling a hard refusal to answer that question. He opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and closed it. When he finally found his voice, it was to say something that had nothing to do with what I’d asked. “We should get you inside before you catch a cold,” he said instead, reaching for my arm again like he could steer me toward shelter. I jerked back. “No. Answer me.” For a moment, he just stared at me. A moment that felt like forever in the freezing rain. Then, a slow smile curved his mouth, crinkling the bruised skin around his eyes. “It was on the day of your prom,” he said quietly. “I saw your photo before it got taken down. You looked… beautiful. Like a person who didn’t belong in that world. And then, somehow, you ended up here. Close to me.” He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Look me in the eye, Saraphina, and tell me that isn’t fate.” “…”
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