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FORTY-THREE | FULL MOON
Lily
With wide eyes Elijah followed the line created by Lily’s finger. The fear curdling her stomach receded as he laughed.“Well, shit,” he said, his eyes soft as they met hers. It was by far the most colloquial, the most relaxed, she’d ever heard him sound.
“It seems I don’t have a choice,” Lily muttered, turning away from him to stare at the moon. She’d never shifted outside, unrestrained, before. To do so now seemed impossible, but there was no other option. Elijah took her hand.
“I’ll be with you. I promise, Lily, it will be okay.”
“How can you know that?”
He smiled sadly. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“It’s not about me. I don’t care what happens to me. I just don&rs
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