Mick spoke up. "We
only know you’re like, this warrior-type dude.”
William
smiled.
“Yeah,
I’m a warrior-type dude. And the thing is, Warriors like me only get 99 tries,
and then we’re dead for good. And I just ... “ William swallowed. Why was he
here? Why was he going to reveal this to Jane’s best friend and cousin? He
remembered Jane’s face when he came out of his death on the blood-soaked
pavement, just yesterday. She’d been so bereft. Crushed. Then she’d touched him like
he could disappear at any moment. It was the first time he’d ever been treated
as if he were fragile. He couldn’t bear to see her that way again.
He wanted to
be her hero. He wanted to be her immortal.
He
cleared his throat. The words were harder to say than he thought they would be.
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