If I agreed that he'd been a bastard would that start a fight? If he thought I believed in him, was that going Just in case, I said. Ma petite, he whispered, ma petite. I was suddenly acutely aware of the firmness of his back against my arm, the curve of his side cupped in the hollow of my hand.
I looked at him, while I rested against Nathaniel's body. The deer was caught, but that sweet, beating thing lay just out of reach. There was blood on the shoulder of his uniform. Now, suddenly, aiming to punch a hole through someone had a whole new meaning.
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