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It wasn’t long before I felt someone sit down next to me. I peeked out between my arms and saw that it was Zion beside me staring at me with sad eyes. My heart tugged at seeing this happy, go lucky serial killer personality so down and I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted to pull his face close to mine and kiss it until he wore his regular smirk. Where the heck did that feeling come from? I wanted nothing more than to sit on his lap and hold him until he smiled at me. I was not going to do that whatsoever, so I compromised with my delusional mind and reached across putting my arm through Zion’s. I must have pissed off a deity or goddess because shortly after I felt a blazing heat go up my arm to my collarbone stopping beside Titus’s mark, ripping a yelp from my throat. The same bu