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listless gaze rose to fix on him. "I can't, Mike. Will you trust me if I don't find them?"
"What I think doesn't matter. What's important is"
"Your trust is the only thing that matters," she said, her hair sweeping partway forward behind the confinement of her barrettes as her head dropped again. Once more she toyed with her food. "How else can I save you?"
Suddenly furious, he slammed his fork down on his plate, the clatter reverberating through the room. "Just leave me alone, Abby. I don't need saving, and I don't need my thoughts revered like some kind of god's. I'm just a very human bastard who's had enough."
Ignoring the tears that suddenly filled her eyes, he strode from the room and down the hall toward the den. She was a kookor a wily schemer whose purpose he could not guess. She claimed only to want him to believe her incredible story. Her sole way to convince him was by the alleged contents of the missing journals.
Very convenient.
And then he stopped. Bastard was right. She had done nothing to merit his rage except to talk to Philip. And she claimed she'd done that for him, to try to reach inside his brother-in-law and read his mind.
There was something about her that wasdifferent. Magnetic. Even frightening.
She knew of his hallucinations. She had saved his life twice and had lived through a fire meant for him. A fire he now blamed on himself. He'd

 
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