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- "You psychopathic monster!" My voice broke on the edges of fury and grief. "How dare you? How could you kill him?"
- He didn't flinch. Calmly like I was some TV noise, he reached for a new glass, pouring with steady hands. The faint slosh of wine taunted me.
- Fury burnt hotter in my chest. I tried to reach for the glass, but his rough hand closed around my wrist, bringing me to a stop.