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“Wait! Did I say anything to make you mad?” Sebastian asked, grabbing my hand as I tried to leave.

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t get what you meant, or did you think I would be so low as to be interested?” I turned back to him, wearing a nasty scowl.

I knew it; I knew there was a catch somewhere, and he just threw it at me.

“What I meant? What are you talking about? He gawked at me