“Then we’re the last left who count. Why don’t you leave me? Be safe. I’ll be killed soon. No one will ever know your pretense turned tail.” “Bitch!” “Ah, you’re angry. What shocking language. It’s the first sign of weakness. Why don’t you exercise your better judgment and carry me off? That would be the second sign.” “Damn you!” He stepped close to her, clenching his fists in rage. She touched his cheek with a cool, quiet hand, but once again there was that electric shock. “No, it’s too late, my dear,” she said quietly. “Here comes a whole cluster of red streaks…down, down, down…directly at
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