“You know, your reactions make sense now.” I don’t know why I indulged him, but I stopped, my foot resting at the door’s entrance. “What?” “I lost someone. We all have. Grief is mourning, but you’re not grieving. You skipped straight to anger and revenge, and it’s because you feel guilty.” Guilty. The word rang in my head as it charged toward a door wrapped in chains. I felt my fangs extend, the tips pressing against my lips. “You hesitated, girl. I saw it during the card game, even through your disguise, and I saw it when you looked at my phone. I know that look. All monsters love something.”
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