‘How long have you been planning this?’ Victoire demanded. ‘Since the beginning,’ he said. ‘I hate you.’ ‘It’s the only way we have left to win.’ ‘It’s your suicide plan,’ she said angrily. ‘And don’t tell me that it’s anything but. You want this; you’ve always wanted this.’ But that was just it, Robin thought. How did he explain the weight crushing his chest, the constant inability to breathe? ‘I think – ever since Ramy and Griffin – no, ever since Canton, I . . .’ He swallowed. ‘I’ve felt I didn’t have the right.’ ‘Don’t say that.’ ‘It’s true. They were better men, and they died—’ ‘Robin,
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