“You’re a lunatic.” My fingers finally closed around a stone about the size of my palm, not heavy but sizable enough to be a last resort. “Oh no, not me. I’m just a simple Machiavellian man. I get what I want at whatever cost, and I want Willowfield.” He cast a look around and chuckled. “Now, I don’t really believe in luck, but I’d say this is pretty damn lucky, because I get another shot at this, in the exact place you should’ve died two years ago when I pushed you into that ravine.” My lungs ceased to work, pinpricks traveling up my spine. “So, you see, it’s you who’s crazy, I’m afraid. Mad
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