Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore
she called, voice casual but loud enough to carry.
He stopped mid - step, then turned, staring at her like he was trying to place her face.
Then his eyes widened. “No freaking way.”
Jules stepped out from the shadows, twirling the knife once for flair. “Been a while.”
“Juliette Ainsley,” he said, walking closer, a grin tugging at his lips. “I thought you were dead.”
“Not quite,” she said, popping the lid off the peach can. “But nice to know I was missed.”