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two can play

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN — "Two Can Play"

I didn't sleep.

Sat in the dark with my back against the headboard and both hands pressed to my throat feeling my own pulse until the sky outside went gray and the birds started and the house began its slow morning sounds and I was still sitting there.

Someone else will handle that.

I turned the words over until they had no more edges to find. Until I knew the shape of them completely — what they meant, what they didn't mean, what Isabella was and wasn't capabl
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