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It is not a choice to be stupid, though I gave my best efforts to be sympathetic.
There was no need to change out of funeral attire, as men die every day—a cause for celebration.
I was a gentleman. I liked to get to know my prey before I ate them. It was only polite.
How kind
Why didn’t she ask about me? Not even a mention to the police. How rude.
Believe me when I say this woman gave me butterflies in my stomach. Though that might just be internal bleeding. Either way, she had charmed me.
I wanted to shove her off the bridge, but she might be more upset about the book getting wet rather than the sight of me.
“Sounds like a date.” “What?” “You heard me perfectly fine.” He winked, sliding me a calling card. “I try to kill you, and you take it as flirtation?” I raised my brow, rotating the paper and glaring at the typeface.
Sometimes I wished I could turn that annoyingly impulsive side of my brain off.
“I want to taste every venomous word performed by your lips until you have to invent new ones just for me.”
It was exhausting being labeled only by the ownership of another man.
She was like a comet that appeared only every hundred years, fierce, bright, and devastating to anything in its way.
