His power hit mine, and it was like flame laid into some huge waiting bonfire. His eyes flicked to the badge in my hand, but since his boss hadn't been too impressed with the badge, it was hard for him to be impressed, either. Primo still had his mouth pressed to my wrist, but now there was healed flesh, and sight in his eyes. mine, to hear his whisper, Flesh of my flesh, before he married our flesh as close, as fast, as he could.
It didn't spill out into his power, or fill the room, but I think that was because he was shielding, probably as hard as I was. Close enough to taste his pulse on my tongue like candy. Damian is dying, I whispered it, because I could feel it. Nothing good had ever come of my father and Judith waiting up for me.
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