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“One drink. Fifteen minutes. And I want the chits back that you took from him, too. Plus another five on top for the inconvenience of having to breathe the same air as you.” Carrion arched an eyebrow, considering me. I already knew I wouldn’t like what was about to come out of his mouth. “Saeris, if I knew I could buy your time, I’d be bankrupt, and you would be a very rich woman. You’d have spent the past three months on your back, begging for me to ride you harder, and—”
My vision was going at last. Blackness crept in, rolling before my eyes like a midnight fog. Only it wasn’t a fog. It was something else. It was… Death. The bastard had come to claim me in person.
Of course Death was beautiful. How else would anyone choose to go with him without putting up a fight?
