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... , papers scattering like startled birds.
"Call the witch. Now." My voice cracked like a whip. "Or I swear on every drop of blood you’ve spilled, I’ll tear this place apart, ghost by ghost."
He didn’t move, just stared at me with those storm-grey eyes, pupils blown wide. Obsession looked good on him, sick as that was.
"You won’t hurt them," he said, low and certain. "You’re not that cruel."
"Try me." I snatched the letter-opener from the desk and pressed the silver ...
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