SWEET BLOOD
A low growl.
“How dare you!” Levy shouted, no longer able to contain her emotions. She jumped to her feet, stomped her foot. “He was mine.”
Grace got in her face, putting them nose-to-nose. “Actually, you spoiled brat, he’s mine. Was mine.”
Tension thickened the air, practically vibrating between them. Long moments passed, the only sound that of their breathing. Finally Levy backed down. She stepped away, widening the distance.
“Of course. You’re right.” Grudgingly offered. “So tell me. Why did you kill him?”