“Ronan.” “Yes?” “Thank you for pulling me out of harm’s way.” “Saving your life, you mean.” “I wasn’t finished. Thank you for pulling me out of harm’s way, now let me go. This is very uncomfortable.” His grip on me remains steadfast. His gaze turns from worried to smoldering. “Why would it be uncomfortable?” “Because I dislike you intensely.” “Not hate? We’re making progress. Maybe you’re uncomfortable for some other reason. Hmm. What could it be?” “Whatever fairy tale you’re concocting in your stunted neocortex is incorrect.” “You know what I find interesting?” “Other than how I haven’t
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