26 ~ Fanning the flames
“We’ve been walking for hours!” “It’s been twenty minutes, Deirdre.” He reminds her patiently. She grits her teeth, her eyes drilling a hole in his back. “It feels like hours, Davide.” She looks around sulkily. “And I don’t see us getting anywhere. Are we lost? We probably are. Just admit it, you don’t know where we are.” She gasps in mock horror. “Oh my gosh, you’re a serial k*ller, aren’t you? Luring an innocent victim to her demise!” He sighs, probably praying to the high heavens for more patience and self-control. “Have a little faith, will you? The villa is just behind those hills.” She wonders how hard she can push before she pisses him off completely. He’s always so calm—well, more resigned than anything else, really. But what could be the limit? When is he going to snap? They
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