CHAPTER 88
"Yes." No hesitation. Her voice sliced through the air, cold and hard. "And you enjoyed it?" Silence. And then: "Does it matter?" "It matters," he whispered. "Then yes," she said, emotionless. "I did." The truth of it. Cooper dug his nails into his injured palm, the fragile skin throbbing through the gauze. The pain did nothing to distract him from the present moment. Nothing at all. "Do you feel better now?" she asked softly. "Now that you know who I am?" "I've always known who you are, Calla," he said, exhausted. He looked over at her, resigned. "Even when I didn't want to know. I just wanted to see if you would lie to me." She paused, assessing him. Sporadic bursts of gunfire emanated from the television, but he didn't flinch. He didn't have a whole hell of a lot to f
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