"Helpme."
Reyasatup,reagforthezipperoheoversizedpawsmadeitnearlyimpossible—herfingerskeptslippingoffthetialpull.
Juliahergaze,silentlyaskingforfirmation.
"Justhurry,"shesaid,impatienceflickeringinhervoice.
Hishandstrembledastheybrushedthroughtheplushfur,finallyfindingthezipper.Long,fine-bonedfihekindthatcouldhavebelooanartist—ifnotforthemottledburnscarsscatteredacrossthemlikewhispersofpastpain
Reyawriggledfreefromthemascotsuitlikeacicadasheddingitsshell.Shefinallyslippedherhandsoutoftheheavypawsanddidn''''''''twasteamoment,tuggingupthehemofhisshirttorevealfirm,leanmusclebeh—betterthanshehadexpected.
Herfiracedthemapofoldinjuriesetchedintohisskin,movingwithacurious,almostreverenttouch.
Aflickerofsadnesspassedthroughhiseyes,buthedidn''''''''tpulway.
"I''''''''m...notgood-looking."
Reyanodded,matter-of-fact."You''''''''redefinitelydifferentfromtheothers."
Julianblinked,caughtoffguardbyherbluntness.Afainthurtcrossedhisface.
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