“She was a horrible person,” he said, letting out a cracked bark of laughter. “I found myself laughing at the insanity of it all the time. I do know it was insane,” he said, nodding. “All of it. Imagine…” He squinted, for a moment seeing something I couldn’t see. “Imagine loving Kingfisher. Imagine not being able to stop yourself. And then imagine that he couldn’t give a fuck about you, and he took pleasure in hurting you every opportunity that he got. And then imagine selling your soul to the devil so that you could follow him into hell.” I couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying now.
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