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Also annoying.
He finishes cleaning the wound, then hesitates for a second.
Just a second.
Like he’s deciding something.
Then his thumb brushes just under my cheek.
Not medical.
Not necessary.
Just—
There.
My breath catches.
Traitor.
He notices.
Of course he does.
His hand drops immediately.
Distance.
Control.
Too late.
The damage is done.
Jase
This is a problem.
Not the mission.
Not the hunters.
Not even the list she’s carrying.
Her.
The way she reacts.
The way I react.
The way neither of us is pretending very well anymore.
I sit back slightly, putting space between us.
Because I need it.
More than I should.
