His mouth was temptingly close, but I did not close that distance. His breathing was harsh and shallow. My gun was pressed, not too hard to his chest, just over his heart. I was lying on cool tile, and that someone had me by the wrist.
He asked for volunteers, I said. Requiem stood and offered me a hand, but Nathaniel was on the other side, with his hand out. I didn't understand what he meant. I looked up at Nathaniel with Jason's hands still holding my head.
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