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Hating such an unexceptional face might prove difficult, but she’d persevere.
she couldn’t really even hate him anymore, although she was petty enough to try.
She’d gone beyond ice. She was absolute zero in female form, so frigid no life could survive in her presence. Certainly not a prick of Dale’s insignificance.
He had more pressing questions to ask. For instance: What the actual fuck?
Swallow enough hurt in silence, and the pain either chokes you or curdles into gut-deep rage.
“If I fall asleep, please elbow me. And if I die of boredom, please scatter my ashes directly in front of the presenter, so he accidentally breathes me into his sinuses and gets an infection.”
It was his coffee, and she really shouldn’t rely on him for anything. But it smelled like the sort of coffee a god might offer when he swooped down from Mt. Olympus and impregnated some mortals. Caffeinated ambrosia. Seduction in liquid form. Martin leaned close and whispered, “Rose, stop eye-fucking the coffee and just drink it.”
“I know you too well, Martin. You will always, always have enough functioning brain cells to worry. It’s one of your many charms.”
“Ah. Caviar-and-crème-fraîche blinis.” He kissed an especially adorable freckle on her cheek. “Like the kind Little Debbie makes.”
“And we are getting quite old,” Alfred added. Annette’s hunch reappeared. “Also feeble.” “Quite, quite feeble.” He raised his voice. “Rogers, my cane!” The butler hovered near the door. “Sir, you don’t own a cane.” “Then find me one.” Alfred nodded in gratitude. “Thank you, Rogers.”
“Still, I think we’re all in agreement that our Rosie has”—she blinked at Alfred—“how did she put it?” “Fucked up,” Alfred supplied. “Ah, yes. Fucked up.” Annette scrunched her powdered nose. “Normally, I don’t approve of such crude language, but the phrase does seem to fit her present situation.” How comforting.
If he wanted to experience this moment again, he supposed he could download the YouTube clip. Problem solved.
No one in Candy’s orbit had ever actually been murdered, as far as Rose knew, but better safe than corpse-y.
