what you mean to say, so we can be done with it.” I’d rather not, but he’s not going to let this go. I lick my lips and collect what courage I can find. “If you’re Hook . . . ,” I start again. “Yes?” he says, mocking me yet again. Amusement dances in his eyes. “That would make you the bad guy,” I say softly. He doesn’t react immediately, but after a long, silent moment, he inclines his head slightly in what might have been agreement. “So it would.” He backs away then, giving me enough space so I finally feel like I can breathe again. “And there are many who would agree, Gwendolyn. In time,
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