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No, Dusty, Darian needs me.
Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
Darian rolled onto his side with a noisy sigh.
Darian replied in irritation.
Darian wrung his hands like an excited child at the news.