I was their coin, and they were my different sides. I had to fight the urge not to grab Jason's arm or something, anything to keep him with us. He held up an unopened package of gauze pads. He was so cold, in ice.
I wasn't aware of that. Nathaniel put his furred hands against the bed on either side of me, and he flexed those hands, and claws like white knives sprang out from his fingertips. 1It was an October wedding. The movement must have hurt like hell, but he never winced.
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