You're seriously not going to let me do this without an argument, are you? No, he said. Not that my version was going to be that much better if it got spread around. I was better, but I'd shoved a lot of the last feeding into Damian, and apparently, not kept enough for myself. It was meant to withstand battering by bigger things than hands.
He kissed the palm of my hand and moved it away from his mouth, but some piece of unhappiness had faded from his eyes. Then I felt, more than saw, Micah. My turn to shrug. I don't know what I would have said, because Damian let out a sound that was beyond a scream.
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