Once I saw the blood it hurt worse. It was a man, lying on his back, with that one arm propped up against a dead tree branch. With Micah, it might have led to embarrassing things, but not with Nathaniel. You really think that Jamison won't kick a fuss? He had a point.
What can we do? I asked. Especially not tonight. I kissed him on the cheek, quick and sisterly. But the ball didn't stay a ball, and it didn't exactly pierce Primo's shielding.
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