Corrupt Temptation
I took in the way their shoulders were hunched, the way they tried to shrink into themselves.
They were all perfect in their own way, but I needed more than just a tool. I needed a pawn. I needed a girl who could be molded, a girl with a connection, however tenuous, to the crown jewel I needed to remove.
I reached the end of the stack, my fingers brushing against the final file. **Willa Holland**. I paused, the name echoing in my mind. The name, the face in the photo—they resonated with a familiarity that was both surprising and gratifying.
Bab Populer