The Broken Luna
"Sorry."
"Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go, I beg you," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Can't take the chance, love," Erika replied, squinting her eyes as she grinned. Her fingers alternately flexed and curled, like a predator preparing to pounce. "What I'm doing is for the greater good. You're a nuisance and I need to get rid of you and Dakota. Trust me, you're better off dead."
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