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Chapter Twelve: The Burnt Tattoo
“What is it you fear, Bella? Falling doesn’t seem to be it.” I grasp the rooftop tiles beneath me, the roughness of it somehow reassuring as I look down at the garden. The house did not seem as tall when I first saw it. “I don’t like falling.” Ronan laughs before standing up and balancing himself in front of me. I notice his stance. Steady, almost scarily certain, even with the tilted floor he is standing on. “Nobody likes falling, Bella. It hurts.” He takes a step back and meets my panicked eyes with a smile. “But you don’t fear it like most people seem to.” He extends his hand towards me. I take it without hesitation. “So, tell me,” he pulls on my hand, a jolt goes through my stomach, “what is it you fear?” I take in a breath. My legs were shaking, going against gravity wasn’t a
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