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CHAPTER NINE

Clyde took a brisk step backwards, letting himself sit comfortably on her bed. "You might want to sit down for this...."

"No, thank you..."

"It's your bedroom, Emma Watson..." He replied with an injured expression. "You should sit..."

"No. I. Don't. Want. To. Sit. On. The. Bed..." She replied firmly. "Or close to you..." She finally breathed.

"Why? You think I'm a monster?..." He was amused. Did she think backing away from him could stop him if he desired to kill her? She would have been dead the minute she walked in if he intended to kill her.

She blinked. "You killed those men..." It wasn't a question. He didn't think so. It was an affirmation that she did think of him as a monster.

"Did I commit a crime?..."

"The murders are being investigated..."

"Are they now?..." The air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. There was a slight tone of mockery and mischief in his last question.

Her words were clipped. "I ask again..." She drew her breath. "What are you doing here?..."

"I
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