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No one bad is ever truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good.
“What are you doin’?” I gasp out, not because I’m scared, but because the hold he has on my throat is so tight I can hardly breathe. His eyes widen in horror as he yanks his hand back and takes several steps away from me as his fists clench and unclench. Then he inhales deeply before reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck, refusing to meet my gaze. “So, there’s a lot of oil in here,” he says on an exhale, shifting a bit as he looks around again. What the fuck was that? I think I just got whiplash.
“Fuck you, Blaine. Since when did you get such a dirty mouth?”
“Just speak. Let it out. Start with whatever you want. It don’t have to make sense. You can even go from the middle and work your way back. Or, hell, the end. We’ll sift through it together.”
