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... n unwelcome intruder, casting thin stripes across my rumpled sheets.
I woke up with a start, my heart racing as if I’d been running in my dreams. But it wasn’t a dream that had me bolting upright—it was the weight of last night pressing down on me like a lead blanket.
Lysander’s face haunted me, his once-gentle eyes now cold and accusing on that rooftop with cigarette smoke curling around him like a shroud.
The boy who’d sketched me with such care, who’d taken a bullet fo ...
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