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- My head, like I said, had stopped spinning and I could think straight now. That meant I felt Dorian's arm around my waist. It made me want to suffle away but it gave me a small sense of proection. Not in the way Owen did, or David for that matter. David was another story His job was to protect me and my job was to annoy him. Now that job had turned into me carring his memory. It finally clicked in my mind that he had asked me a queston and I nodded. "Yes. I'm fine."







