It stopped him for a moment, too. Nathaniel was pressed against the side of my face, his mouth just under the line of my jaw. It made me raise my arms, or try to, but Jean-Claude's hands were there. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you'll just let it happen.
If I say yes, you won't like it, because you hate for anyone to be able to read you. I looked at that face that was at once so familiar to me that I knew every curve and line, and yet, I was still surprised sometimes to look at him and realize that he was mine. It reminded me of the way that Ronnie had been holding herself. A part of Raina lived inside me, and nothing I could do seemed able to rid me of her completely.
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