![]() His face smoothed, and for a second, there was the ghost of Chris- the lips she had kissed, the angles and planes of a face her fingers knew- and she felt her monster suddenly reach was aware of an ache and a fiery burn that was need and desire flowing like lava through her veins. It was as if she and Wolf had slipped into a private, silent, well-lit room built only for them. For an instant, where she was, what was happening, ceased to matter. ![]() Her dad’s face suddenly flickered in a quick flashbulb of memory: Jump to me, sweetheart. gentle, a light perfume of lilacs and honeysuckle. But now that he was so close, she smelled something else in all that mist and shadow: a scent sweet and. Was Tom lying dead in the snow because of her? “If you killed him, if you hurt him. ![]() “Did you kill him?” She was so afraid for Tom she thought her chest would break. He’d called to her, and then she’d heard shots. ![]()
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