“Adrian nodded. ‘If we do see Nightmare, you know not to let her touch you, right?’
She shivered, looking again at his dark skin, his lithe fingers—touching her, but not really.
‘I know,’ she murmured, and moved back just enough to break the hesitant contact.
[…]
He was a Renegade.
He was her enemy.
He might have come here today with ulterior motives, but then, so had she.”
— Sep 11, 2025 02:26PM
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