The Wrong Girl Burns Bright
Cleo, in a bright yellow dress, tipped her head back, laughing, feeding Rory a spoonful of ice cream.
Rory looked at her like she was everything. He reached out, lightly tapping her nose. Sunlight spilled over them, bright and blinding.
Blood suddenly burst from Damian's mouth, splattering across the screen and the expensive wool carpet below in a harsh bloom of red.
He doubled over, coughing hard, his chest ripping with pain.
"Cleo..." He clutched his chest, folding in on himself, tears mixing with the blood at his mouth.
She was smiling. Bright. Easy.
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