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He waits, his body vibrating with tension. He wants more of an explanation, but I’m loath to get into the details, so I sum it up instead. “That quote you told me at the restaurant, about how freedom for wolves often meant death to the sheep…” I sigh deeply, suddenly overcome by a wave of fatigue. “Michael was one of those unlucky sheep.” Liam says slowly, “And you decided to dedicate your life to avenging him.” His voice is getting more and more odd. It’s fervent and fevered, like he just discovered buried treasure. Like he stumbled upon a pirate’s chest overflowing with jewels and gold. I turn my head and feel his burning gaze brand the side of my face. “What did you think I meant that time I said that when it was too late for revenge, justice had to take other directions?” “You tol
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