Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée
Sometimes I forgot how normal they could seem, when the world saw us like monsters and people to fear
Vivian smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We did think about it."
"See?" Bree said, flashing me a look that made my stomach knot.
She opened a revolver right there on the coffee table.
One bullet. Five empty chambers.
"We tried Russian Roulette first," Stella said, lounging back on the couch like she was talking about a new TV show.
"Shot it three times, too," Bree added, way too proud of herself.