THE WILD ROSE
Rose let her gaze move over them slowly, counting without turning her head, reading the way they held themselves, the lack of discipline in their stance, the hunger that bled through every loose movement.
One of them stepped forward, his grin crooked and careless, eyes lighting with recognition as he looked her over like she was already his.
“This her?” he called, glancing back at the others. “This the one she wants us to kill?”
A second voice answered from somewhere behind him, amused and ugly.
“Yeah. That’s her. The one that dropped Bernie.”
Rose’s fingers curled at her sides, her pulse settling instead of spiking as the pieces slid neatly into place.
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