“Good.” She smiled, and this time, it reached her eyes. “You know what happens if you break a pinky promise, right?” “I, uh, can’t say that I do.” “If you break the promise, I break your finger,” she said, pausing while waiting for me to react. We’d just had numerous bones broken. Not that I planned on breaching her trust, but a single finger was nothing in comparison. “Off,” she added. “Come again?” “I break it off. And I’ll keep it too.” Nikki turned for the hallway, giving me her back as she walked toward our room. Gesturing to her neck and her ears, she said, “Maybe make jewelry out of the
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