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"not without you," teya said heavily. "without him."
and sorana was more a part of him than maybe either of them had realized. she didn't comprehend the magnitude of the pain that simmered under her daughter's skin, only sensed its bloody sides and knew she had put it there.
and then there was silence.
"stay with me tonight," a whispering plead. bronco was not part of this. she had to mend something, make at least one stitch.