When you've been an ass to someone you care about, you should just admit it, move on, and try not to do it again. I hesitated in the middle of the asphalt, debating on whether to go back and offer to referee Ronnie and Louie's fight. The need to strike out, or run away, thrilled all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes. You broke up with me, because, quote, you didn't want to love someone who was more comfortable with the monsters than you were, unquote.
But that had been because I was his master, and I'd left town. He gave me that puzzled frown again. If we had truly had another territory's master declare full war, we would have lost. I opened my eyes to a wisp of auburn hair across my eyes.
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