That wasn't a complaint. He didn't mention that, Zerbrowski said. You're messing with his mind. The shot didn't kill him, but it brought him stumbling away from the wall.
Nathaniel was half crouched, his hand reaching out to me, as if I'd been the one who pulled away. It's never been this draining. His face was utterly peaceful. It was a face that I had never seen before, but one that Damian knew as well as his own.
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