A Prey For My Enemy
Tori A. deDark RomanceFirst-Person POVActionBadgirlHeir/HeirnessDominantHate to LoveBetrayalForgiveness
"I am working, Sonya."
"You're brooding. There's a structural difference." She leaned over my shoulder, her hair brushing my cheek, smelling of that cheap jasmine soap. "Also, your taste in books is miserable. I found three paperback thrillers under your car seat. The detective wears a raincoat. In July. It’s uninspired."
"They belong to Dmitri."
"Dmitri doesn't read anything that doesn't have a diagram for an engine block," she scoffed, setting a small, cracked mug of black coffee next to my hand. "Drink. Your jaw is clenching so hard you're going to break a tooth."
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