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make me safe. “Don’t look at me like that, all hopeful like I’ve

given you the keys to my inner workings. It’s not like that.

This doesn’t change anything. I’m not what you need,

Coralyn.”

Coralyn reached out, but her hand stopped midway. She

made herself stop. “Yes, you are, and you’re my fucked-up

calm in the storm.” Well, that wasn’t right at all. “My calm in

the fucked-up storm, I mean.”

“I think you had it right the first time.”

“Why did you tell me all of that?” Coralyn pressed. If Giana

wanted, she could brush past her and leave. She was still

standing there.

The hardness in Giana’s expression remained. “Because I

can force you into silence”

“No.” Her hand crossed that invisible boundary, reaching a

few more inches. “I think you needed to tell someone after all

these years. You aren’t who the world thinks you are. Maybe

you’re not even who you think you are.”

“I’m not interested in psychobabble. I’ve had ample

opportunity for therapy. It doesn’t help. You’re only here

because you’re confused. You went through a terrible trauma

and you’re turning to the first thing that you saw after, like a

baby coming out of its shell thinking that the first animal it

sees is its mother. I’m not that person. I’m not even your same

species. You’re the little hatchling and I’m the wrong animal.

I’m not kind or nurturing. I was there at your worst, and you

can’t get that out of your head.”

Did she really think that? “No.” Coralyn flat out refused

that. “You need this.”

Even after creating one massive fiancée and marriage lie,

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