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"I—"
Another step. I stumbled back. My hip hit the edge of the desk. The impact sent a jolt through my bones, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the cold dread spreading through my chest, squeezing my lungs until I couldn't draw a full breath.
He glowered. "You sure enjoyed what you were seeing."
'What? You can laugh at me, but I can't?!'
'Yes. Yes, I enjoyed it. You killed my father. You tormented me for days. Of course, I enjoyed watching you bleed!'
I wanted to scream at him. The words were right there, burning on my tongue.
But Becca's face flashed in my mind.
Her wide, terrified eyes. The way she had trembled when she poured my wine. The way she had fled from me without a backward glance.
If I said the wrong thing and provoked him now—when he was already like this—he would go after her.
No…
"I wasn't—" My voice shook. I hated how weak it sounded. How small. "I didn't—"
