Chapter Twenty-Six
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GarnetMerryweather had revealed so much, yet nothing. I wanted more, thirsted for it, but dared not pressure him. Having seen him willing to die over questions he did not wish to answer, I was not about to push him too far. Not until I had to, anyway. What drove a man such as he, a dandy, a good-for-nothing playboy, a man with nothing to protect but secrets, to act as he did? Merryweather proved more enigmatic by the moment. What tales he'd told of my parents' past were so far beyond my comprehension as to be bordering on the absurd, but nobody could've made up such nonsense and made it so believable, could they? If any other man had told it, I would have killed them without hesitation, but not Merryweather. The more complicated the answers, the closer they held to
