Chapter 10 of WHISPERS out now
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For the first time, his eyes were so close — they seemed so dark now, reminiscent of bitter chocolate — that they stared stubbornly into mine, trying to convey unknown information to me.
"Don't tell me what to do!" I said roughly, trying to pull my hands out of his grasp, but failing. I hated the commanding tone; it made me do impulsive things, which was a good way to manipulate me. The man tugged sharply at my arms, pulling me closer, but my angry glare, furrowed brow and flared nostrils continued to wage an invisible battle against his icy mystery.
"Anger makes you stupid," he said stubbornly but distantly, "stupidity gets you killed."
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