Dangerous Games
“You are not an idiot Miss Laurence, and even if you are that means I am too,”
My eyes never snapped up quicker, they narrowed I was analysing him as the words began to catch up with my brain, “I too was…” he thought a moment, of what word would be appropriate I could see it in his eyes, “Mislead by Artymov. And if we were both tricked I guess that means we are both as you say,” and he said the word like it would burn him, “Idiots.”
“Thanks,”
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