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the marble floor. “You’re telling me that shithead laid his hands on you because you’re moving in with me?” “I didn’t say that.” Daire slowly turned his head, and his dark hair fell across his hooded eyes. “Prove it. Pull up your sleeve.” “No, I—” “Gavin, I’m not gonna touch you after whatever you’ve been through. But if you don’t pull up that fucking sleeve, so help me God…” I reached for my sleeve and tugged it up my arm, and as five very distinctive reddish-purple welts came into view, Daire cursed and shot to his feet...