“I only told you the bad things.” Jack’s voice was somewhere between a grumble and a whisper. He looked like a supplicant and sounded like a sinner. “I could have told you that you’re loyal and honorable and just sickeningly decent. I could have said that the way you care about such a poor sap as Wraxhall, the way you would do anything for your sister, including dirtying your hands by hiring me—no, don’t try to tell me it was otherwise—those things say more about who you are and what you mean to the people around you than any of that shite I told you in the graveyard.” He kissed the inside of
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