I was wearing Byron's leather jacket to take the place of my bloodied suit jacket. What's wrong? See, she's psychic. I couldn't let someone else do it, not if I didn't know them. Jason knelt by the end of the bed.
My puzzlement helped drag us back from the edge of terror. I knew he was right, in that one moment, I knew, because I remembered being on the other side of such a kiss. This one was lying on her back, just like the last one. He was going to pull Damian off of me, like Richard had pushed the vampire off of himself.
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