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... talking. Absolutely refusing to talk."
Each sentence cut sharper than the last.
I shoved lightly against Sebastian’s chest and rose from my seat, needing space like I needed air.
"I’m going to the restroom. Excuse me."
He didn’t move.
One arm was braced against the table, the other behind my chair.
Blocking my way with that maddening, immovable calm.
His gaze flicked over my face--not angry, not even cold. Just tired. Like he was bracing fo ...
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