His gaze was like a dagger to the heart. ‘Doom us all to an inglorious defeat by throwing yourself into her hands, so you’ll feel like you’ve at least suffered appropriately for your crimes? Just because you’ve lived all your life believing that no mistake may exist without retribution and—’ My hand jerked itself forward – as if I could silence him by clenching my fingers over that merciless mouth. ‘Stop it!’ ‘No, you stop it, Em.’ And there was the anger, finally – a tremor of something dark, a sudden sharpness to the words spilling violently from his lips. It didn't make me feel better. It
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