“Because acting dumb is basically the number one rule of being kidnapped. And you just told me that you know my name. Why would I ever let you go now?” “Oh.” I push my hands down farther between my thighs, hunching my shoulders. “But you know my name.” “Yeah.” The way he says the word sounds like duh. “But I’m the one doing the kidnapping. I’m supposed to know things about you.” “But you already know that I know who you are. Because we met this afternoon,” I point out dumbly. I watch him shake his head. “Do you want me to kill your friend, too?” “What?” My hands fly up, palms out in a stop
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