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You should go.” “I can’t.” “Because you want to stare at the monster?” Alec’s green eyes blaze, but with a wholly human fire now. “Or because you pity me?” I couldn’t guess which possibility he loathes more. I fold my arms. “I can’t leave because the door’s locked. Believe me, I would’ve gone hours ago if I could have.” “Oh. Of course.” Then he looks so abashed–so boyish, and so handsome–that I almost want to laugh.
