“It’s nothing,” I say hastily, tugging my sleeve down over the wound. “It didn’t h-hurt either. You never lost restraint.” “Excuse me?” I recoil slightly from the glint in his eyes. “I—I said you never lost restraint. I meant it as a compliment.” “Oh. You meant it as a compliment.” He leans forward now, the cords in his neck straining against his skin. Despite our proximity, his voice drops so low that I almost can’t hear him. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are, Célie? Any idea how stupid?” He snarls the last word, and I blink at him, startled. “I could’ve killed you—I could’ve done worse
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