No, no, he said and stalked toward me, his anger starting to rise in a warm prickling wash. I'd never realized that a ponytail could bob angrily. Damian's sorrow was almost like rain on my skin. The blood was flowing across my chest in widening lines, as my heart beat faster, and my blood pumped itself out of those two little holes.
Do you want some? I know Gregory will. It mattered only that it was in public, and I didn't know what to do. What was wrong? I was having something close to a shock reaction, why? Had I lost more blood than I knew? Maybe. You're done.
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