“You can’t be serious,” I say, staring at the literal hammer in my hand.It kinda feels heavy in my hands. But not because I’m not strong enough to use it, but because I can’t believe he’s actually handing me something like this.I mean, what kind of person gives a woman a hammer and tells her to go break shit? A madman, that’s who.But Elijah just stands there, arms crossed, looking at me like this is the most normal thing in the world. “I’m dead serious,” he says, his voice quiet and collected, like he’s not afraid I might just turn around and hit him with it instead. “You’re angry. And you need to let it out. So, go ahead. Break anything you want. I’ll cover the cost.”I narrow my eyes, glancing around at the expensive furniture, the paintings, and the chandeliers. “You’re going to let me destroy this place? Just like that? Aren’t you afraid Hunter will come after you? For all we know, he might sue you—and me too—for trespassing alone.”Especially after our conversation at lunch. I
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