“Cadman?”
He’s smiling at me. What do I do? Smile back? He’s holding a goddamn heart in his left hand. “Er, Kenmore, what are you doing?”
“Saving your life,” he says, almost prissily.
“You just stuck your fist in that guy’s chest,” I feel compelled to point out. His face twitches, as though he’s confused. As though he sees no reason that he
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