“I didn’t accuse anyone of anything,” he says to me. “I know for a fact it couldn’t have been you to break into my lab. Do you want to know why I’m so certain? Why I didn’t throw your name to the security guard who called me?” “Because I’m the picture of motherfucking innocence?” I give him my best syrupy smile. His nostrils flare and he leans in. I hold my ground and let him get an inch from me, the heft of his cologne clotting the air, choking me with earthiness and roses. “Hardly,” he growls. “It’s because I know you’re not good enough to have broken my ward, like you’re not good enough to
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