She's using him as a conduit for her own power. I'll be good, I said. That somewhere in the pain I'd let go of both of them. You will move when I move, Blake.
You have to divorce yourself from your emotions, or you can't do your job. What's up? My voice sounded breathy even to me. The hair was soft and warm. I sat sort of half-cross-legged, with one leg dangling off the bed, but I made sure the robe covered as much of me as it could.
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