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46. True artist
I gaped at my step-brother, but no words came out of my mouth. So I am not good for a spy.
“Why were you following me? Did you tell someone?” His face morphed from threatening to worried and angry. “What do you think you saw?” he tilted his head with a menacing glare.
Behind Steven, I saw Samuel coming our way, and I came to my senses. I did not want to cause a scandal, I wanted to be finished with this right this second. If we had to go out for this--we would go out.
“I saw enough to know you might be in trouble, but I--” I started confidently, but he rudely cut me off.
“It’s not your fucking business to know what I do! Stay out of it, do you hear me?” He raised his voice, some people turning their heads in our direction to steal a look.
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