14/05/2026 09:45

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I heard your last comment, ma petite, should I take it as an insult? Sorry, but we need soldiers not seducers. I thought that was like legend, Graham said. What's wrong with that? How much? I said. Running through the yards.

I am not your friend, Richard said, and his anger spread like hot oil on my skin. But he'd trusted me. He touched my arms with his hands, and I pulled away. The deep endless seas of my anger welcomed his anger-embraced it, fed on it.