I was beginning to. Beginning to figure him out. And how many times had Ren said it? I know him. This isn’t who he is. He’s not himself right now. This was all a front. Like a veil slowly being drawn back, I was starting to see right through it. “You don’t hate me as much as you pretend to,” I said. He stepped toward me, leonine, predatory, dangerous. “Don’t I?” “No, you don’t.” “That’s an interesting theory.” “I don’t think you hate me at all.” He laughed but took another step forward. “You think very highly of yourself, then, don’t you?” “I know that you want me.” I didn’t step back, even
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