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No, I shouldn’t be thinking about that at all

“How old are you?” I hear myself ask, and then immediately bite back the question

He sone as quickly as it comes His eyes are focused on the road

“Strange question to ask a man you just watched execute somebody,” he murmurs

“Dobry deserved to die,” I flare,to do tome with icy hands “But that’s not even the worst of it I heard about sos he did He was pure evil”

“Forty-one,” he grunts

“Huh?”

“You asked e I’m forty-one years old”

“Oh,” I murmur

My eyes are dancing up and down hih the fabric I try to still this insane corab onto his arm, feel the stony security of it

This must be a fever dream

Any second I’, sweating, grinning in his twisted desire to …

The tears attackpainfully upnoises My mind floods with the past month, the constant fear, the animal paranoia that any second some predator – a bad predator, not like Damian – could leap out and attack me

Da for a moment

“We can’t stop,” he says gruffly “They’ll find his body soon”

“I didn’t say I wanted to stop,” I sob

“I mean … never mind”

“No, what?” I press, wiping at my tear streaked cheeks

“Nothing,” he growls

“What?” I persist

That slass in front of him

“Jesus, you’re persistent, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I am,” I say, somehow able to inject so to tell me or not?”

He sighs darkly “I was just going to say we can’t stop I can’t co to cry, you’ll have to take care of yourself”

“I didn’t say you had to comfort me,” I say icily

“There we go then,” he says “We agree”

Handsome hunky jerk

I al in hts of the city consu the horizon but the darkness of this country road all around us

I just saw a hts into my mind