"I think you're a psychopath who takes delight in people's pain. And your own." "You know me so well, little killer," he grins, grabbing his chest. "It's like we're best friends." I roll my eyes. "We're not best friends." "Business associates?" he asks. "You do owe me a favor after all." Tensing up, I scan him nervously. "Are you here to collect or something?" Grey pauses, contemplating my words. "Hmm. No, not today. But I am interested in playing a game." "A game?" I laugh. "I-Spy?" "How about twenty questions?" he asks, shuffling over so his back is against one of the shelves and his legs
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great so lets play
