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His focus snapped back to me, pinning me in place. "You will fix this. You will pull him back in, make him believe last night was a mistake. It must seem like Elijah forced the kiss, that you were a victim. You will play the wounded dove, Emily. It's a role you should be well suited for."
My throat constricted. "But he saw us. He won't believe that."
"You will make him believe it," my father said, his voice dropping to a near whisper that was more terrifying than a shout. "You will use every ounce of that feminine wile I know you possess. You will cry, you will beg for his forgiveness, you will make him feel like a hero for saving you from this brutish boy. You will make him so consumed with protecting you that he won't see the knife you're holding at his back. Do you understa
