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Chapter 8, section 8: revenge can be complicated

When the fire door had slammed into place, Artemis pulled the other chair over and sat down. She offered Hermes a glass of water, then sat in silence as he drained it in one toss. “I see you’ve enjoyed the operation so far.”
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Chapter 8, section 7: Sergeant Hunter, I presume.

She was right about being incapable of locomotion without collision. When he tried to walk through the door, he walked into the frame instead.
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Chapter 8, section 6: too fucking much

It was well into the next day, and he began to feel the effects of overabundance. Suspicions about the situation had turned into full-blown terrors about the nature of the error he might have made in letting things unfold rather than second-guessing them as he normally would.
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Chapter 8, section 5: sweet torture

At first he was delighted at the nature of his incarceration. Then he grew suspicious that maybe he had made a terrible mistake and the situation wasn’t what he thought at all. Finally, he saw that he had underestimated his adversary.
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Chapter 8, section 4: Amazons and togas in the garden

The room was small and the walls covered with a yellowish paint that was peeling itself off to reveal lime green underneath, and a further mottled brown under that. The floor was carpeted wall to wall, although the carpeting had long ago succumbed to too much traffic and too many unattended cigarettes.
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Chapter 8, section 3: dinner, dancing and les petits morts

Her smell still filled his nose. Her smell, and the tang of orange juice.
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