“You are such a man. And I’m stupidly attracted to you despite it. Perhaps even for it. Yes, I am certain it’s infatuation. I’ve felt it before.” Now Ash was the one who became a maelstrom of irrational emotion. That emotion being jealous anger. “Toward whom?” “Why should it matter?” “Because,” he said, “I like to know the names of the people I despise. I keep them in a little book and pore over it from time to time, whilst sipping brandy and indulging in throaty, ominous laughter.” “It was a young man back home, ages ago. Surely you know the feeling of infatuation. Everyone does. It’s not
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