She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. Jonathan's threats are not to be sneezed at. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed.
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