38: JEALOUS, ARE WE?

ELIJAH

Red.

Of course she wore red.

A slip of silk that clung to her like a promise of violence. Bare-backed, slit high, sheer enough to make even the air blush. She stood there like the fucking queen of sins, smiling like she knew every wicked thing I’d ever wanted to do to her—and that I’d...

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