His voice was ragged, absurdly offended, as if McCarthy had violated all the rules of hospitality. A small price to pay. A scary one. A sunglowed there, brighter than a thousand novae.
That hope died when the man's eyes met his. yammer, he'd probably be out and rushing into Mr Gray's arms, totally bonkers and ready to be extinguished. It had worked on Owen before, but not now. Evil? He had never even suspected the horizons of that word.
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