VELVET GUN
“Even if we die making it?”
Amy nodded, slow and steady. “I want all of it. The blood, the danger, the baby, the fight.”
They kissed like they were sealing something, not a plan, a covenant. Elsewhere in the estate — 3:21 a.m. Alba returned just before dawn, her eyes were calm, but her knuckles were scabbed. She found Ellie in the kitchen, barefoot in a silk slip, a cigarette
dangling from her lips.
“You’re bleeding,” Ellie said without looking at her.
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