Julian's POVSavannah shifted. "You are doing it again," she murmured."What?" I asked."Thinking," she said."I am always thinking," I said."No," she said. She pushed herself up slightly. "This is different."I sighed. "You are very dramatic.""And you are avoiding the question," she said."You did not ask one," I said.Her brows lifted. "Fine," she said, and moved until she was lying partly over me. "What are you thinking about?" she asked."Nothing important," I said.She stared at me. "That look is intimidating," she said."Good," I said."I am terrified," she said."Julian," she said, and I sighed again. "Work," I admitted.Her expression softened. "Arya?" she asked.I hesitated. That was enough. She rested her chin against my chest. "What happened?" she asked."Nothing happened," I said."That does not sound convincing," she said."Because nothing happened," I insisted."Then why do you look stressed?" she asked.I looked toward the ceiling and she followed my gaze as if the an
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