Dirty Deals With The Devil
My black tank top seemed to be absorbing the sweat my body was releasing in waves, I played with the top, twisting it between my fingers.
"What's that?"
"It's a book," I confessed, fervently, hoping I didn't sound too eager and desperate. "A small, black book. It was the only book in the box. Where is it?"
Tom's face darkened. "Yeah, I remember that little book, what do you want it for?"
"Where is it, please?"
"It's not with me anymore," he disclosed, eyes searching my face. I legitimately almost had a heart attack as I felt my eyes pop and air circulation cut off immediately.
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