His voice drops an octave. “You. You’re what’s the matter with me. You have been since the first time I laid eyes on you and every day since.” My pulse crashing in my ears, I say, “You spied on me.” “Yes.” “You set this whole thing up so I’d have to marry you.” “Yes.” “You manipulated me! You lied to me and manipulated me, and you somehow think that’s okay?” “I would have killed to have you if it had come to that.”
