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“It’s not my blood.”
Nya said the words quickly, hating to see how Jay’s eyes grew wide with panic at the sight of her.
He ran forward, wrapping her into his arms, enveloping her, as if protecting her and clinging to her at the same time.
“Don’t scare me like that again!” He begged her, and she nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.
She couldn’t promise him that. One day she may come home covered in blood that was hers, or may not come home at all.
But not today. Today, she clung to him, and wouldn’t let go.