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I definitely did not hear him right. What did he say?
I looked at him, but he wasn't even looking at me. He was staring down at the distance between us, and the cold hard ground, his relaxed hands in his black joggers.
"What did you—?"
"Jump," he interrupted calmly, still staring into the distance.
A laugh of disbelief bubbled past my lips. Did he seriously take me for a fool?
