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Ā Ā with the back of his hand, he brushes over her forehead, combing into and through the short locks of her spiky, black hair. he leans down, wrapping one arm around her minuscule waist, tugging her up so they meet halfway between their opposing heights. Ā ānothinā is gonna happen tā me, darlinā. nothinā. iāve got you, donāt i?ā Ā his own, ever-present, all-knowing guardian angel.Ā
Ā ITāSĀ NOĀ SECRETĀ THATĀ ALICEĀ WORRIESĀ ABOUTĀ HIMĀ .Ā sheĀ feignsĀ scowling ,Ā though itās genuine concern that is mirrored in her eyes . jasper ,Ā more than anyone ,Ā canĀ handleĀ himselfĀ --Ā thereās noĀ need to make him sit out from tomorrowās battle like edwardĀ , yet she cannot help but fret .Ā a hand pressed against the fabric of his shirt , where scars dwell , hidden for the moment .Ā Ā āĀ Ā promiseĀ meĀ youĀ wonātĀ tryĀ toĀ doĀ anythingĀ dangerous .Ā āĀ
