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Nico’s voice was as dark as his eyes as he stared at the curtain Michael had disappeared through. “We were never that close. Not like me and Avery. And if I’m bein’ honest, which I always am, I probably blame him for Juan Carlos, too. Just as much as I blame myself for everything else.” I saw how much he was hurting. Though his logical brain realized he wasn’t responsible for Avery’s overdose, I knew he couldn’t shake the guilt. I knew there was a voice whispering in his ear that he’d failed her. I also knew—by the way he wouldn’t let me out of his sight, the way he now had to know where I was and what I was doing every moment in the past few days—Nico had transformed his guilt into an iron-clad determination to ensure he’d never fail me. The two of us were going to need a shitload of t
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