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“Hey.” “Get everyone.” “What hap––” “EVERYONE!”
I haven’t decided if I’ll tell her I had it made from Arthur’s melted down ring, she might balk at that. But the trophy of his death belongs to her. And she belongs to me.
After today, when I get her back home, I’m putting a tracker under her fucking skin. And if Robert doesn’t die on his own, I’m going to rip him apart myself. Feeding the pieces to Toto.