I tried to ask him where Ronnie was, but he just smiled, shook his head, and managed to hold an empty glass up, asking if we wanted a drink. I'd said before that the day I could walk into a room and not have my body react to Richard, I knew it was over between us. There'd been a point in my life when I would not have let him hold the door. I had the machete in my hand.
I looked up at Nathaniel with Jason's hands still holding my head. I warned you, I said. The ardeur spilled outward, like invisible water, hot, wet, and suffocating. I will not allow you to bespell him.
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