Outer

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jeans in a billowing red cloud in the water and felt a jolt of something sinister and nameless pass through her. “God,” she said breathlessly, “there really was a lot of blood, wasn’t there?”
“You couldn’t have found a better spot if you’d tried. I can’t believe how quickly he went down,” said Carlisle.
“I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t mean to kill him. I just wanted to stop him.”
“Well, you certainly did that, but why did you have to go and say that to him? I just asked you to keep him talking not totally in—not totally in—
“Infuriate.”
“Yes. Infuriate him,” he said angrily.
“I did my best,” she said defensively. “You asked me to keep him talking, and I did my best.”
“You could have got yourself killed,” he yelled.
“Don’t you think I know that? Just get off my