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Which it might.
“What does she look like to you?” Will asks.
For once, his tone doesn’t register as mocking. “The same way she looks to you.”
“Bullshit.”
“Many times, she’s the only thing I can see as she is.”
“You don’t turn her into—”
“No.”
My brother is curious. So is Daphne. Maybe she’ll forget, and I won’t have to explain what Will is talking about. The panic is one thing. The way I get through the day is another.
Sin returns and closes the door tightly behind him. He takes a few things out of his pocket and puts them on a side table with a slightly sunken top so they’re hidden from view. And then he blows out a breath. “She looks good like that.”
“Will’s having a private showing.”
Will huffs. I know he wants to touch her. I know he wants to do more. It’s fucking obvious. All of us want that. It’s strange to have something like this in common with my brothers. We all grew up in the same house. We all looked at the same slivers of light around locked doors. But the experience was entirely different. They saw freedom in that glow. I saw danger, and later, I didn’t see much of anything at all. I was too blinded by the mounting panic, which would explode when the door opened.
“What do you think, Will?” Sin asks.
Will meets my eyes instead of his. “Don’t fuck with me.”
I hold Daphne open a little wider. She squirms against my grip. “This is what impatience looks like on my piece,” I tell Will. I’m the background for it. I’m the canvas for Daphne’s body. “She needs more.”
“From you?”
“From us.”
Christ, Will. Make up your goddamn mind.
He sits up straight, looking at his empty glass like it might speak to him.
And then he reaches for the side table and puts it down with a deliberate click.
“Bring her here,” he says. “Let me see.”
