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Because I’m only human.

And apparently, so is he now.

Mostly.

Morpheus looks down at himself.

Then at me.

He’s huge. Like. The size of a tree trunk huge.

“Something wrong, little mortal?”

“Nope.”

His eyebrows rise.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m a professional.”

“Of course.”

“I study classical anatomy.”

“Then by all means, study.”

I choke on a laugh.

He steps off the pedestal.

The floor trembles beneath his weight.

Then he sways.

I reach for him instinctively.

“Careful!”

My fingers close around his wrist.

He freezes.

His breath catches.

For one terrifying second, I think I’ve hurt him.

“Morpheus?”

He stares at my hand.

“Do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Touch me.”

I loosen my grip.