Chapter 12

Let's kill everything...

Dave grabbed a handful of nuts from the bamboo bowl. When Dave went out in public, he wore glamour, which altered his natural dark red skin and completely black eyes. His skin was a warm brown now, and his eyes were a deep whiskey color. I had become so accustomed to his usual shark-eye that the glamor confused me.

Tara set her glass in front of me, crossed her arms on the counter, and leaned forward. Her impressive breasts were on display, but it seemed that her actions were completely unconscious. She did not highlight her feminine virtues. She just took a break and leaned over. This woman was a master.

"Take them away, Tara. Nobody here is interested,” Dave grumbled. A perfectly manicured nail slid down Dave's arm.

"I remember a time when you were very interested."

A lustful smile flashed across Dave's face. “You were the star of all my youthful fantasies. And until adolescence, too, if you think about it." Her laugh was low and guttural, like a sexual joke