“He wasn’t joking, huh?” Marconi said quietly from where she’d stopped behind her. “You are a sociopath.” Wrenching her attention from the sprawl of Lena’s arms, Gretchen continued toward the door. “You know nothing about that word or about me.” “Then tell me,” Marconi urged, falling into step beside her. “That’s not my job.” She’d already done more than enough to help educate Marconi. Any more and Gretchen would surely grow bored enough to do something foolish and irrational. The feeling was always easy to predict, and thus avoid. It was a shame that no one could truly appreciate the
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