![]() ![]() “You sure you want to request that? The only showers are group ones in the change-rooms.” The evil grin was back in full-force. ![]() “It’s the only answer you’ll get until I have a shower.” “Finn Cole didn’t abduct me and keep me starved and mistreated,” I retorted heatedly. Would you be calling it murder if Finn Cole had done the same thing?” “If you’re referring to the man I just killed, let me remind you that had I not done what I did, you would be, at best, violated with half your brains hanging out. He blinked those huge, fathomless eyes at me. “You’re also a psychopathic murderer,” I told him. ![]() “You’re fun.” Taking special care with the cause of his amusement, he slid the things back in my wallet and handed it to me. Achilles certainly wasn’t the kind of man to appreciate being told to shut up, especially by someone like me. “Shut up,” I grumbled, though I didn’t know why. “Somebody’s taking the Boy Scout motto a little too literally.” “Well, well,” he commented as his long fingers went through photos of my mom and dad, a packet of painkillers, appointment cards, and – most embarrassingly – a condom wrapper. Stuffing the cards back in random pockets, he pulled out the more personal touches. ![]()
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