Her first instinct was to scream in frustration and put her fist through the wall. Then maybe hand over the man she was supposed to protect to get Clint back. She wanted to do anything for him but she knew damn well if she handed over a life for his it would just put them further apart.
But he wouldn't be dead would he?
Instead she had to think. "What are you suggesting?" She gritted her teeth for the fact he'd called her pretty bird.
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