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I’m not being dramatic when I say Penelope Price is the coolest girl I’ve ever met.
I did cut out one of their tongues the other day because their screams were pissing me off, so I guess that counts as being quiet. “Yep.”
Then again, I left said tongue on Dante’s pillow during my last nighttime visit, so maybe not.
My next breath catches when I suddenly realize why the sun is shining on a cold mid-December day. It’s shining for her. Like a personal spotlight, it pours through the window and surfs down her golden waves, catching the sparkle of her lip gloss and the shimmer of her eye shadow. The light loves her.
I’m all too aware of the gun in my waistband and the knife strapped to my ankle, and now I’m wondering how I can use both at the same time to do as much damage as possible.
If she knew how sick I am, how desperate I am to know her secret.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me.”
It doesn’t make sense, but then again, nothing about Gabriel Visconti makes sense. Gosh. Maybe I was right—this man really does have a crush on me.
“I knew you had a crush on me.” It comes out in a breathless, frantic whisper. “Oh, my God. I knew it.” “Do I look like the type of man who’d have a crush on a girl who has a lip gloss for every day of the week?” he grunts. My laugh is warped and manic. “What kind of girl only has seven lip glosses?”
But two quiet words bring me to a stop. “Cancel it.” They drag up my spine like a match, threatening to reignite everything the light just extinguished. “And if I don’t?” I croak. His pause is dense. “Then I guess I’ll see you there.”
Gabriel Visconti has just poisoned a man for me. Me. A river of calm trickles through me.
Mildred Black has a daughter. And she is exactly like her.
