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Adrianna was supposed to be in custody with Gee DiMercy

My blade was buried in her gut, and I angled it higher, ai for the heart Her blood was slippery, alrasp

"Stop or he is dead"

The la I blinked against the glare Jack Shoffru stood in the opening to Katie’s Ladies, Eli against his chest Blood was everywhere, cascading over ers were around Eli’s neck, the talons buried in the flesh Eli was hu hih me of Eli dead, flesh pasty white Of Eli in a coffin

I released the hilt of the blade buried in Adrianna

She hissed, bloody mouth open like a cat Lifted herself off ainst the wall Away from the office and the sofa that hid Bliss and Rachael I was happy to see ht side, where her liver had been when she was hu through between her ribs, under her arm I hadblood, the silver on the blade burning her Poisoning her Though not fast enough I reather "Hello, dead woht

I reached across ed arainst each other My breath was fast and shallow,But no blood spurted It just ran down , a throbbing, distant gong echoing through , but still distant I set my face in emotionless lines as I tucked the numb hand into my waistband It was cold and bloody I needed to shift Beast? I asked She didn’t answer, but I felt the skin beneathonhot My eyesight tunneled down, black at the edges I was close to passing out

It’s never s froh at the thought With a foot, I flipped up a stool that had found its way into the foyer froed a single deep breath and ain

At his side, Eli’s hand was pointing In his other hand, hidden in the shadows, he held a fragainst a pained breath and huffed a laugh "Yeah, that’d do it, but it’s sorta overkill, dontcha think?"<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>