He rolled down the window.... «The Dream Thieves»
LittleGhost16 сентября 2015He rolled down the window. “I’m going.” For a moment, Kavinsky’s face was perfectly blank, and then Kavinsky flickered back onto it. He said, “You’re shitting me.” “I’ll send flowers.” Ronan revved the engine. Exhaust and dust swirled in a wild torment behind the Camaro. It coughed at twenty-eight-hundred rpm. Just like the Pig. Everything was back the way it was. “Running back to your master?” “This was fun,” Ronan said. “Time for big-boy games now, though.” “You’re a player in his life, Lynch.” The difference between us and Kavinsky, Gansey whispered in Ronan’s head, is we matter. “You don’t fucking need him,” Kavinsky said. Ronan released the parking brake. Kavinsky threw up a hand like he was going to hit something, but there was nothing but air. “You are shitting me.” “I never lie,” Ronan said. He frowned disbelievingly. This felt like a more bizarre scenario than anything that had happened to this point. “Wait. You thought — it was never gonna be you and me. Is that what you thought?” Kavinsky’s expression was scorched. “There’s only with me or against me.” Which was ludicrous. It had always been Ronan against Kavinsky. There was never any possibility of with. “It was never going to be you and me.” “I will burn you down,” Kavinsky said. Ronan’s smile was sharp as a knife. He had already been burned to nothing. “You wish.”
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