Well, I wasn't quite there yet. The need to strike out, or run away, thrilled all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Nothing was interesting enough, until I looked almost straight out from where I was standing. No, he is a monster.
You got me to promise I'd mark you, and now you're taking advantage of it. He held it out to me wordlessly, exactly the way I'd taught him, butt first, fingers well away from the trigger. My face hurt even if it was healing. Richard wasn't either of those things.
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