“And in those moments, I remember who I serve.”
The air seemed to crack between them, the promise of what they couldn’t show in Greenbank Hall, or on the open streets burned there in the thick darkness of the empty corridor.
Frost leaned forward, only a whisper of air separating their lips. “Say it.”
Mason’s mechanical heart drummed in his chest, his body aching. “I serve you.”
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