Crimson Kisses
And those cold gray eyes locked right on me.
I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing.
“Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison.
His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard.
“Team,” he said, ignoring my insult.
“Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.”
All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.
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