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"You drugged Søren?"

"I have a very well-stocked encies"

"You’re crazy"

Kingsley gave a shrug so nonchalant it could only be described as French

"Turnabout is fair play, non? His turn to wear the handcuffs"

Wesley could only stare at Søren on the floor Even unconscious he had a certain broken nobility to him in his black clerics and his white collar The one time Wesley had spoken face-to-face with thesecular clothes

"He’s a priest," Wesley said as the reality of Søren’s profession finally sank in He knew, of course He’d known fro the collar

"He is And possibly the finest priest in America if not the world And if he wants to reet his lover back, then it’s for the best we leave the authorities out of this I can only protect his secrets so much He’ll thank me later"

Kingsley closed the door and started back down the hall

"Kingsley, we have to call the police I don’t care what happens to Søren or you or eventime We don’t even knohere she is"

"You call the police if your car gets stolen You don’t call the that matters I knoho has your fiancée, and believe me, if you value your beloved’s life at all, you will trustthe authorities would equal a death sentence for her"

The truth of the words shone in Kingsley’s eyes Astold him that whatever happened to Nora, it wasn’t soa to kill She’s done it before She’s also willing to die Soerous combination We raise the alarm, the siren sounds, Nora dies"

"How do you know this person’s willing to die?"

"Because, ood indictor she had a death wish"

Kingsley’s brash words failed to give any co to kill Nora, aren’t they? The words on the walls" Wesley whispered, his heart clenching as he re the French words, even not knohat they meant "Søren said they mean ‘I will kill the bitch’"