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I knew what I wanted. Your skin is like ice, Nathaniel said. Then let me go, I said, and my voice was even, normal, my pulse slowing down. I shook my head.

So be it, Jean-Claude said. She never seemed to panic. I drew back with a suspicious look on my face. I held my hand out toward him, and he still didn't look scared.