He used himself to stroke me in a way that I'd only had done with fingers and hands before. I didn't really want details, but anything to stop the pictures and the desperate flow of memories. We weren't pressed together, except for his hands on my waist, but we were one step away from it. I tried to take his arm, to get him to his feet, to get him out of the light, but he fought me.
I grabbed his arms and said the first thing that occurred to me. Avery wasn't doing anything threatening, just standing and trying to walk forward against the press of the gun. I knew he was talking in my head, but I couldn't understand what he said. Purity was not a shield against violence, in fact sometimes ignorance got you killed faster.
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