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Holland stops half way to the bathroom but he doesn’t look back. He closes his eyes and tries to just...focus enough to not turn everything into the room to ice.

Kell hadn’t done anything wrong. Nothing at all.

“Everyone I have ever cared about or have allowed close enough has either tried to kill me or has been killed in front of me,” he admits quietly, “I don’t want you to fall into either of those categories.”