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Why is Someone Always Getting Shot

ผู้เขียน: Lara Hills
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-02 00:54:33

The silence upstairs was the first warning.

Lisa had been banging on the door nonstop for nearly twenty minutes-screaming, cursing, clawing at the wood like an animal. And then suddenly... nothing.

Not a sound.

Not even her breathing.

I stood at the bottom of the staircase, frozen, one hand still clutching the railing. Damon was behind me, his chest rising and falling carefully as he watched the ceiling like he expected it to crack open.

"She stopped," I whispered.

"I know," he said. "That's not good."

Of course it wasn't. Lisa quiet was a thousand times more dangerous than Lisa furious. When she screamed, we knew where she was, what she was feeling, what she was planning.

Silence meant she'd started thinking.

Plotting.

Calculating her next move.

I swallowed, forcing myself to turn away from the stairs. We had more urgent problems downstairs.

Lina swallowed hard. "You don't understand. Lisa has always been... strategic. She doesn't break things when she's angry. She breaks people."

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