Logan lowered his face to hers and said, “Do you ever let go?”
“Of what?” Margaux knew what he was talking about, but she wasn’t going to admit to anything.
“The need to always be in control, to always be one step better.”
Her infected arm had swollen tight as a stuffed sausage all the way to her fingers. She was alternately cold and hot, and sick of being in this heat. He should consider his timing for psychobabble, especially when she had a pistol within reach. “Do you want to spend today analyzing something you’ll never understand or getting out of here?”
The sucker smiled. Straight teeth that glared white. “I’ll tell you what I want.”
She was not …
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