Fishing

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Jade Killian looks up, his face impassive. But he doesn’t say anything. “Where are you going?”, I repeat. “Fishing.” “You hate water… and you can’t even swim.” His lips draw up in a mean smile. “Don’t you know a lot about me, little gem.” “Where are you going?” I’m starting to feel ridiculous… I just need to know. Somehow it feels like nothing is more important than hearing the answer to my question. I knew something was up when Killian snapped back at my Dad downstairs and then just left. Killian behaved weirdly before that, looking at the cuffs. I picked them up right after and couldn’t see what he was so interested in that he spent a good two minutes looking at them. And I’m not ashamed to admit that I watched him the whole time we were there. Call me crazy, but something happen

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