It's who I am. I think everyone was holding their breath, straining to hear. I put the glass beside me on the bar and picked the knife up. I'd have used them.
The priest's dark gaze slid from me, to the man beside me. His chest pressed against mine, smooth, warm, very human. But I don't match, I said. I realized she thought we'd literally met before.
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