It was as if I hadn't been quite myself since I got out here. I had to stand on tiptoe to touch his face, and Requiem was at my arm, as I wobbled. I went to the rail and looked out at the trees. I'd been around the shapeshifters long enough to think that was odd.
How fucking stupid was that?He did love me, but he loved his shame more. More like I'd sprouted a second head, and it was a big, scary one. Anita, this is fair. He smiled and his face softened.
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