Those eyes held all the life in the world. No more foreplay, no more games. Then cars squealed into the gravel parking lot, and in the lead car was Sheriff Melvin Christopher. The woman's perfume was powdery and expensive.
It was almost a line, as if once I finished with Avery, it would be someone else's turn. I'm always the Queen of Swords. The frown deepened, putting lines between the pretty eyes. You're dating one, and you still think they're dead.
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