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It seemed secrets and souls were currency here at Chapel Crest, and I was a motherfucking banker.
“You’re gone, aren’t you?” I whispered, caressing her cheek. “You fucking left me, didn’t you?” I bit back a sob. “Everyone leaves me. But you know what, specter?” I leaned in and put my lips to her ear, my tears falling into her hair. “I’m never leaving you. You are my love. My fucking obsession. And the next time you leave me, we’ll go in body bags together. I fucking promise you.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to strangle you with this phone cord,” he cooed softly, moving his fingers to grip her chin tightly. “Then, I’ll peel the skin from your body and make my Halloween costume with it. I thought I could be a fucking clown this year.”