"You know what your problem is?" Inigo mutters, leaning in close as the church smolders and sirens echo in the distance. "You keep looking at me like I'm the villain in your story. When really..." He slips a gold ring onto your finger, blood still wet on his palm."I'm just the man who bought your ending—and rewrote it." "Congratulations. You're mine now. Forever has a body count."
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