“So, did you get it?” I continued, prodding Aydin. “The other thing you asked for?” He finished cutting the stitches and picked up the tweezers, pulling the thread out of my skin. “Yes.” “Then you can get her out,” I stated. “I want her gone.” “You want her safe. She is safe.” I thinned my eyes on him. She wasn’t, and even if she were, she was messing up plans and accelerating my timeline. I didn’t need the distraction. “She thinks I arranged to bring her here,” I told him. “And your pride hurts.” Yes. Right now, she thought I was still obsessed and small-minded, every moment we spent together
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