“But I can recite it back to you if you don’t believe me.” “Recite…you’re joking.” My laughter fell flat when he began speaking again. “‘She opened her eyes to a room she didn’t remember. Her head pounded and blood was splattered all over her clothes. She’d been compromised. Her cover blown. And now, the man she’d been hunting had gone from prey to predator. ‘I know you’re there,’ she called—’” “Stop! I believe you,” I cried out, desperate to stop what would’ve become a full-blown recitation of my entire novel. “I just…” I gave my head a little shake, trying to process it. “You read my book in
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