[Sera] "I didn't—I didn't do anything—" The words scrape out, raw and thin, barely audible over the pound of my heart. My free hand flutters uselessly at his wrist, not pulling, just holding on, because if I let go, I might fall apart completely. He doesn't buy it. His face twists, that perfect jaw locking like he's biting back something vicious. "That's not possible." His voice is a blade, precise and freezing. "I would never touch someone like you. Not sober. Not willingly." Someone like you. The words reduce me to a thing, a category. He doesn't remember. The thought crashes in. He doesn't remember the gold in his eyes, the way he held me like I was precious, the bite that still throbs on my neck like a second heartbeat. None of it. His gaze drops to the floor, snags on my crumpled uniform shirt. Recognition flickers, not the warm kind, not you're the one, but the sharp, disgusted kind that says you're the help who got too close. His hand releases my throat, not with c
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