“Then drink.” It was an instruction so absolute, she knew he expected instant obedience. Something snapped inside her. “Or else?” The wind stopped. Even the clouds seemed to freeze. Death whispered in her ear.”
“You don’t fear me,” he said now. She wasn’t stupid enough to lie. “I’m petrified. But I figure you didn’t make me come all this way just so you could push me off the roof.”
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