“Do you want me to find it, or do a flamenco dance?” I ask sharply. “Because I’m sure that’s the only possible reason that you could have for snapping your fingers at me.” “Or maybe I just want you to come to heel,” he says wickedly, looking at me closely with his eyes full of malicious amusement. “It’ll take more than a couple of fingers to do that,”
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