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What if, as Silas had said, D’s Gift of Foresight had shown him a future in which he ruled the world? It couldn’t be discounted, no matter how much it sickened her. She didn’t want to believe it. She wanted to believe what her body told her, what her heart told her. She wanted to melt into his arms and let his heat surround her until she spiraled down into forgetting, into not caring what the truth might be. But she wasn’t that girl. She cared about the truth. The Truth, capital T. And she was going to get it, even if it killed her. “You’re not going back to sleep,” D gently accused, stroking a hand up her arm. She made a noncommittal noise and then sighed. He seemed to sense her inner turmoil, because his hand drifted over her shoulder, and he spread his palm flat over her chest, fee
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