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I feel his surprise, though he makes no outward reaction. He doesn’t move even an inch. But I’m attuned to him now, to his moods and the small inflections of his voice and expression. To the way he speaks volumes if you watch closely enough, if you take in all the silent signs. He answers after a long time in a voice that’s so sad it could break my heart. “You make me feel human.” Emotion wells in me, tightening my chest and forming a lump in my throat. It might be stupid, it might even be insane, but the empathy I feel for this dangerous, enigmatic man is so powerful I’m breathless from it. He’s suffered more than most people could endure and go on living, of that I’m certain. On impulse, I whisper, “I’m glad.” He looks up at me with dark, empty eyes. Shit. This is all kinds of wro
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