My lip starts to tremble as I listen, tears again stinging my eyes, but Jesse leans forward.

"Rafe," he murmurs, glancing between us. "Slow down a little, man. I mean, if we're aware of what they're feeling, then she's aware of it double - she can feel it all down their bonds. And that, on top of her own feelings?" He shakes his head, holding Rafe's gaze, willing him to listen.

Rafe takes a deep breath and sighs, pushing his cake around on his plate, clearly thinking it through. In the end, though, he looks up at me. "Can you seriously feel everything they feel?"

"Not everything," I murmur, my voice tight as I look down at my plate. "Not unless the emotion is really intense, or they send it to me deliberately. And not... across great distances. Only when they're nearby, or in the room. Like I can't feel them now."

"Weird," he murmurs, quietly eating his cake as he puts his thoughts together for a second. Jesse does the same.

After a long moment, Rafe breaks the silence.

wish, Ariel," he murmurs, truly hurt, "that you'd trusted me enough to let me know. I'd have told

hurt in his voice, and then my throat gets tight. I blink fast, not wanting to cry, because I know that they have

tears start to fall down my cheeks

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reaches for me, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me into his lap. "I'm sorry, sis. I'm fucking livid with you but - god, fuck, I'm sorry you bore

myself be overwhelmed by my grief and confusion, knowing he'll see me through it. Knowing he's strong enough

reaching out to put his his own plate on the coffee table, laying himself down on the couch so that all of our heads are very close together, so that we can talk and hear each

wiping my away all my

at me. "Jackson's fine, by the way, thanks to yours truly. Going to show up here to breakfast tomorrow, newly determined to try

to grovel for you...he'll be here in the morning. So, madam trouble? The floor is yours." And so, with a sigh, I unfold myself from Rafe's arms and sit

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