PAULINEThe moon cast long, ghostly shadows across the room as I watched Ricardo. He sat perfectly still, staring at the small, crumpled photograph of Leo. The way his thumb traced my brother's jawline made my skin crawl. Was he imagining the moment of the stabbing? Was he planning how to finish what the soldiers had started in the dungeon?I feared for my brother's life more than ever in that moment, but I didn't say a word. I didn't want to break whatever trance he was in. If I spoke, I might remind him that he was supposed to hate me. I simply crawled back into the blankets and waited.Eventually, he dropped the picture on the nightstand with a heavy sigh. He slid back into bed, but he didn't turn away. He pulled me so tight against his chest that I could feel the thundering of his heart against my spine. He kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders, and my hair, over and over, as if he were trying to memorize the scent of me before the world ended."Go to sleep, Pauline," he whispe
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