“You spiked my drink, you made me think I was insane.” I’m yanked back by two firm hands, rapid Italian dragging me back to Earth. Vincenzo grasps me by the shoulders, eyes wide with alarm. “She’s fucking crazy, man. I know you hate that word, but she is.” “He’s torturing me,” I choke out, tears scorching a path down my cheeks. Alex sits up, the imprint of my palms on his neck as he sucks in a heavy breath. “She just woke up next to a body, Vincenzo, what do you think she’s gonna do? Start making a cup of tea?” “It’s preferable to accentuation!” Despite the tension of the moment, the faintest
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