“Do not put a hand on me or I will demonstrate for you the Corsican stranglehold taught me by a very nice bandit chief of my acquaintance.” He gave me a wary look as if he doubted my purpose, but he remained where he was, clearly reluctant to risk my willingness to inflict bodily harm. “You seemed eager enough for me to put a hand on you at the club,” he said mildly. “That was different.” My cheeks were hot, beating with blood. “That was when I thought you cared about innocent victims and righting injustices.” “Or,” he said slowly, “was it when there was a possibility we might be discovered
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