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“I love you, Julian Blackthorn. I love you more than starlight.”

She couldn’t speak. Instead, she traced her fingers clumsily across his back, writing out what she couldn’t say aloud, as they had for so long. A-T L-A-S-T, she wrote. A-T L-A-S-T.

“Emma is my parabatai,” he said. “If you ever speak to her like that again, there will be blood on the floor of the Sanctuary, and I do not care if they put me to death for it.”

“My emotions. My feelings for you. They’re gone.”

And there is Jules. You might like him the best. He is the one who takes care of us all. He is the reason we’re all okay and still together. People say we’re unlucky because we don’t have parents. But I think they’re unlucky because they don’t have a brother like mine.

“Sleep, my love,” she whispered, so low that only Julian could hear her.

“Do you have to go back to your room?” she whispered. He smiled down at her. “No,” he said. “We don’t have to lie or pretend now. We don’t have to lie or pretend ever again.”

“We’re Nephilim ,” said Julian. “We’re not even supposed to know about the Avengers. Besides,” he added, “Iron Man is obviously the best-looking.”