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... > "Damn it..." she whispered, refraining from speaking in her head. Abel was listening; he was in her head. He had always been there like a creep who wanted to know everything — even though he had always known everything.
'I'm fine,' she told him in her head. 'Don't worry.'
'I didn't say I was worried.' His voice was cold and plain, low and dangerously magnetic. 'Angry... that is the term.'
'Don't kill Sir Conan.'
'Pray to God, darling, he might listen and stop me ...
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