Amara I was off the bed and against the wall before I'd finished the thought, my bag already in my hand, because three lives had built that into me whether I wanted it or not. I stood in the dark of my room and made myself small and quiet and listened. Footsteps, in my kitchen. Slow ones. Not the careful, hunched steps of a man who thought he might get caught. That was worse. I counted the weight of them and came up with one. Just one. I thought about the window behind me, and how long it would take to work it open, and whether the sound would carry that far. Then a voice came out of the dark, easy and a little amused, like the whole night was going exactly the way he'd thought it would. "You can come out," he said. "I already know you're up." I didn't move... I stayed where I was and let him come to me. He filled my doorway a moment later. Even in the dark I could tell he was big... not crowding-big, just there, taking up the space without trying to. "There you are," h
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