I don’t know. [He’s still in Billy’s arms. Still soothed by gentle fingers, still held. If he pulls back some more he’ll see that Billy Hargrove does not look gentle: the blues of his eyes are darker now, and there’s an unyielding want in him now. Billy is quieter, and perhaps that makes him more dangerous.
He wets his lips. Asks, softly:] You can’t move yet. Tell me where you came in.
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He wets his lips. Asks, softly:] You can’t move yet. Tell me where you came in.