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The idea of Daniel being punished for anything––let alone something to do with me––made me feel nauseous. I couldn’t stand the thought of it.
“You have to go before we get caught.” It was so hard to say those words because the last thing I wanted was for Daniel to leave me, but thinking about him facing the judgment of the mysterious and dark-sounding Tribunal frightened me to my core, making icy fear shoot through my veins.
“I’m already here,” Daniel responded logically. “Whatever punishment they decide on is going to happen no matter what, so shouldn’t we enjoy each other’s company as long as possible?”
His words made perfect sense, but the fear of Daniel being hurt on my behalf was overwhelming. I could feel the calm warmth emanating from his hand into mine, trying to reassure me.
