"Aw, spare me the speech, Katie." Ryder shakes his head, his glare remaining. "Your words... your presence... you know how to make people feel good, don't you? You have the ability to just reach in, and let them feel however you want them to. Well it's not going to work. Not again."
Gesturing with his arm, he winces, having forgotten how much it hurt.
"And as far as keeping everything else inside, you better be glad I am. You got a choice. Watch me walk away and go back to Australia where I belong, or see me behind bars for murder."
3/8/09
Behind bars
at 4:27 AM
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