But all he said, still so dangerously calm, was, ‘So what do you think you’re doing?’ I wrapped my arms around myself, jutting my chin forward defiantly. ‘Something.’ ‘Ah.’ His expression neither sharpened nor softened. ‘I see. And that something does not, by any chance, include an attempt to hand yourself over to her, does it?’ I didn't reply. I had no idea what to say to him – not to him. To anyone else I could have lied. No, I just need a little time for myself. No, I'm just trying to think. But he wouldn't believe me, and somehow that made even the thought of trying a nauseating one –
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