
It was this moment that my heart sunk. Jason stood up before me, standing straight. He took my hand and met his eyes with mine which slowly dropped to my holster then reaffirmed with my eyes, this time with a less-kind expression to make his point. Message received. He stood tall, and crunched up his shoulders a little more than usual as he approached the door from which the frantic knock wa…
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