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Before I knew it, he had whipped around and was back in front of me. “What do you think this is? Some kind of partnership? You think we should meet over coffee and discuss the investigation?” His voice rose to a near shout, anger clearly written on his face. “We are the Wild Hunt and it’s our job to hunt down those responsible, not yours.” I spoke softly, not wanting to anger him further. “I was just trying to figure out who I’m supposed to trust in all this.” “Ronan tells you I’m a monster and you were all too ready to believe it.” “If I had believed it, I wouldn’t have snooped to see if it was the truth.” “You know what, you want information, I’ll give you some. Ronan spent a decade planting the seeds to end almost a hundred years of peace in Ireland. Whispering tales and twisting men’s
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