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Much as it irked me, I submitted. “Lissa Fossick. Twenty-four. Single.” I winked at him, and the bastard squeezed harder.
Carrion Swift: the most notorious gambler, cheat, and smuggler in the entire city.
“Maybe my memory’s patchy these days,” Carrion mused. “You do get hit in the head a lot.”
“You broke my brother’s ribs just so you’d get to see me?” I couldn’t have heard him correctly. There’s no way he’d be insane enough to hurt Hayden for such a ridiculous reason. Carrion’s tone was suddenly sharp when he fired back, “No, Saeris. I broke them because he tried to stab me with one of your knives when I wouldn’t play another round. Even your brother doesn’t get away with that.”
You’re so cruel. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” “Oh, please. How many women have you slept with since then?” He narrowed his eyes, looking confused. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Hayden’s face was streaked with tears. “I’m not leaving you.” “Just do as you’re told for once in your life! Just fucking go! I don’t need your help. I don’t want you following after me, blubbering like a little brat who needs his hand held all of the time.” It was harsh, but sometimes the cruel things we said served the kindest purpose.
She did it to push him away, but this is exactly how I see him.
