She paced back and forth, hands on her mouth, gathering and trying to intake the new information in her brain; I sat on the kilima watching her.
“Why?” she finally said, I shrugged and grinned grimly, “Goddamn, answer me, Cynddylan!” she demanded, “I have my own reasons…” I replied, she grunted in frustration,
“...is not answer!” she added sharply. “Look, just a mwezi zamani wewe wanted ME dead, and now wewe apparently want ‘my safety’. Call me stupid, but I don’t understand! So please explain!” she ranted on, and started pacing again.
“My sister would have killed you,...
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