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The space between us hummed with a charged, dangerous static. I held nothing but contempt for you—you were a problem, a liability for me and for Sam. The irony wasn’t lost on me. When your fingertips skimmed my cheekbone, my hand shot up and caught your wrist, the grasp loose, almost uncertain. "Don't," I said, the word rough. You withdrew your hand only to settle it firmly against the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. My jaw locked, eyes closing tight against the war raging inside me, against the part that wanted to stop fighting altogether.