“How do you know me?” I ask.
Now, it’s his turn to look down at the floor. Now, it’s his turn to hesitate.
“You have to tell me or I won’t even entertain this offer,”
“You owe me a debt, Olive,” he says, slowly. “I don’t have to explain anything to you beyond stating the terms of how you can replay it.”
―
Charlotte Byrd,
Tell Me to Stop