“If you muck me about, Dexter.” “I won’t-“ “I mean it, if you lead me on or let me down or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”
“I won’t do that, Em.” “You won’t?” “I swear, I won’t.”
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just…” She looked up at him. “I thought I’d finally got rid of you.” “I don’t think you can,” he said.