There was a jeweled letter opener on the desk and—you remember all those lessons Madoc gave us? The next thing I knew, the point of it was in Locke’s throat. And then he was finally quiet, but when I took it out, there was so much blood.” “So you didn’t mean to kill him?” Vivi asks. Taryn doesn’t answer. I get what it feels like to shove things down for long enough that they erupt. I also get what it’s like to shove a knife in somebody. “It’s okay,” I say, not sure if that’s true. She turns to me. “I thought we were nothing alike, you and I. But it turns out we’re just the same.” I don’t think
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Fucking BIIIIIITCH UGH
