Panic fluttered in my chest, and I knew that panic would be a bad emotion to take behind that melting door. I hesitated too long for Richard's mood, because he said, Don't make me have this talk with you naked, Anita. You're both lying. It would have undermined my authority, which would have defeated the purpose of the bargain.
Richard fell again, slid in the damp autumn leaves, slid until a tree stopped him, sudden, and abrupt and bruising. Maybe if I'd understood it better, I'd have been less afraid to go that last mile with him. It wasn't his rage. Five of rods, there will be a lot of conflict on this one, and more to die.
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