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I gripped the edge of the table, ready to throw a plate at him, but then he bent low beside my ear.
"Relax," he whispered. "Maxwell can’t get it up. He can’t do anything. Just sit still and look pretty."
I stared at him.
He stepped back.
I turned slowly and looked at Maxwell again.
His lips were parted in a sticky grin.
His skin looked waxy. His eyelids drooped. He blinked slowly.
The man probably couldn’t climb a flight of sta ...
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