“This happens all the time,” he whispers, like he can somehow read my thoughts. “This stuff with Pax; it isn't just you. But I think he likes having a new audience for it.” There's a long pause and then he lifts his face to mine again, expression shadowed by his hood. “Are you scared of me now, sweetheart?” “Should I be?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “No,” Ransom says seriously, looking into my eyes with this deep, wounded longing. God, after two days with this guy, I don't want to leave his side. I'll be a mess after two weeks. “But I did kill that guy. I did stab him over a hundred times. I
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