“Really? A knife? For me? Aw, I’m touched.” He smiled, as if it were the most adorable thing in the world to him. As if she were a child who came up to him with a drawing that was ostensibly trash, but that was to be highly valued because of her innocence. “One, we’re dreaming. Two, it wouldn’t work.” He pulled in a breath and, on the exhale, let all his words out in a fast rush, everything streaming together. “Trust-me-better-people-than-you-have-given-it-a-go.” His grin twisted into that toothy, overly hungry smile that reeked of insanity and malice. He was a lunatic. And he was in her
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