“What are you doing?” “What does it look like I’m doing?” I look him up and down with what I hope is withering disdain. “Smoking a cigarette and plotting someone’s murder.” “It’s not murder I’m plotting. I had something much more pleasurable in mind.” His suggestive smile infuriates me. I step closer, dropping my arms to my sides and clenching my fists. “Go away, Ronan.” “How many times are we going to play this ridiculous game? I know you don’t want me to leave.” “You’re right. What I really want is to tie you to a tree, disembowel you with my bare hands, feed your guts to the wolves, and cut
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