The Colour of Your Blood

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"Florian," I said, but he didn't stop. He pulled me towards the car and opened the door, then stepped away and turned to me, his eyes holding mine. I swallowed, then slowly entered the car, my lips parting as I looked up to him. He never said a word even as he closed the door on me and walked around the car. I turned, and I could see Ronan come out of the cafe, his eyes wide as he watched Florian come into the car and close the door. I turned to Florian, whose eyes were fixed on the steering as he turned the ignition on and pulled out of the parking lot, his brows drawn, his hand gripping the steering wheel tight. I thought I had seen Ronan suddenly start running and limping towards another parked car, but he was soon behind me, and I couldn't see anything else. "Florian." His jaw

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