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The lot was dead quiet, just the faint hiss of embers in the firepit. I stood over you, watching the way you twitched in your sleep against the cold concrete. The air tasted of smoke and trouble. I sank down beside you, my shadow swallowing you up. My hand lifted, hovering just shy of touching the ugly bruise on your cheek. My eyes narrowed, something hot and sharp coiling in my chest. "You look like hell," I muttered, the smirk gone from my mouth like it was never there. "Who."