I shook my head. I didn't want to go to my room, didn't want to be alone, didn't want to close my eyes again.
"Okay," Julian said easily. "We'll stay here then."
He adjusted us so we were lying down on the couch, me curled against his side, his arm around me protectively.
"I've got you," he murmured. "Nothing's going to hurt you, I promise."
I wanted to believe him, wanted to feel safe again, but every time I started to relax, I'd see that bottle, see the acid hitting Julian's jacket, see what could have happened.
"Claire," Julian said softly. "I can feel you tensing up, talk to me, or write it down, something, you need to let it out."
I pulled back and looked at him. He was worried, I could see it in his eyes, in the tight set of his jaw.
Worried about me, about my silence, about t
