Dark honey flames hovered over my face, and there was a vague outline, a ghost of long dark hair, the mist of a face. The ardeur could have made him careless, Jason said. You mean, just like that, we can hurt them, jail them? I nodded. He did a small frown.
One officer was dead, maybe two, but he'd just had time to kill them. Does it matter? His voice held just how unhappy he was with the line of conversation. It can also metamorphose into a twistedshadow of itself—possessive, consuming and dangerous. Until I saw them the second time, I was willing to believe I was being paranoid.
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