[ That look is dangerous, and Faraday finds himself narrowing his eyes, even as that look sends something unpleasant down his spine. He doesn’t like that glint in her eyes, doesn’t like how terribly dangerous it is.
(He wonders if that’s the look she wore as she shot out Bogue’s guards around him the other night.)
Her words earn a quiet, mirthless sort of laugh, and he tips his head a little to one side. ]
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(He wonders if that’s the look she wore as she shot out Bogue’s guards around him the other night.)
Her words earn a quiet, mirthless sort of laugh, and he tips his head a little to one side. ]
That sounds an awful lot like revenge to me.