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forting warmth as I wonder

he adds, lifting his o

l, they are not exactly my friends. Marisol is new, so I have

you say the

oks out. "You are the only one who was still breath

nd over my gaping mouth as I let out a silent wa

dowsill and walks over to me, offering me

n the counter. "I should tell someone a

look like it ha

nswer. My fist c

back on the couch. Y

icing. But the ache, the uncertainty of finding I am the lone survivor of a plane crash in the Icelandic wilde

as my mind sputters, scrambling to put togeth

his voice firmer than before. "Or, damn it, I will carry

hips. "Are you threatening me?" I am usually the one who gives the

, a lump gliding down my throat. Still, I take a deep breath before lifting a finger. "You know what? I w

higher. "I have rested enough. What I need is to

sig

a pain in the ass." I turn around. No one is there. And I could swear I had not seen

She hea

. I do not want to believe what I am thinking. Holy shit. I can hear

arms over his ches

ar my thoughts, too?" He does not answer, b

a fingernail. Damon follows me, but keeps a caref

fold my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him

shelf. "That is how I foun

for help. Well, I begged for help. I did not think anyone would answer, but now

ce. I remember, which means I did hear him back

" His eyebrows go

I can really read your mind, or I am just

N

lor. Let me try something else.

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im. "Gotcha." The corners of h

my face as I sit on

een able to read minds?" He does not answer. "Well, not me. If I had, I would have ha

I tend to babble when I am nervous." I ta

are Serap

you have been reading my mind this whole

e wall, on his way to the couch. Of course. I had the badge shoved in my pocket when the plane

." I

nd of re

of my honey brown hair stick out from the sides, one of my eyes appear slightly smaller than the other