“The woman in that bedroom is not the same one that Belov stole, Leo,” he says. “She’s more Anyathan anything now.”
“She’s pretending. That hard mask she’s wearing? It’s a façade. And it’s slipping more and moreevery day. But if she needs motivation, I can give her that.”
Gaiman raises his eyebrows. “Benjamin and Natalie are sitting pretty in a cozy little house you boughtfor them.”
He smirks. “How long do you think it’ll be before she figures you out?”
“There’s no figuring me out, Gaiman,” I say. “You should know that better than anyone.”
He smiles, and I feel some of the tension in my chest release. I sit down on a broken hunk of the stumpI just split. Gaiman leans on a tree a few paces away.
“I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately,” Gaiman says unexpectedly.
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