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I smiled. "Well, now, I almost feel sorry for you." "Hmm," he murmured, brushing his fingers over my shoulder. "If I didn't think you were teasing me, I'd tell you to spare me your sympathy. It's not sympathy that I need." "And what do you need?" His eyes found mine and they were green, a startling emerald that sparkled and made me catch my breath to see them. "I need you to see the truth, Megan. I need you to understand before we continue down a path from which there can be only one outcome. I won't lie to you; I have no wish to meet you on the battlefield. I have no desire to fight you. As hard as it may be to believe- and I can scarcely believe I'm saying this myself – I would rather have you standing by my side than kneeling at my feet. You know, I find it interesting that Michael would choose someone so like him, so full of the capacity to question, to listen, to be aware. It almost makes me wonder about his agenda here, whether maybe he seeks a conclusion for which he can be blam