“I’m very sorry, but I can’t do that.” I wasn’t even the slightest bit sorry. “It would be better for you if you did.” “Is that some kind of threat? What will you do if I don’t leave it alone? Set your scarf on me?” Maxwell’s face reddened. I wasn’t sure if he was angry at what I’d said or if the scarf was slowly choking him to death—hopefully the latter.
