"Let go," I hissed as Devin pulled me onto my seat by my lassoed wrist.
"Are you trying to get yourself hurt? August has made it perfectly clear that he is bad news. Why won't you listen to her?"
"I know and I agree with her, but I need to know more."
"What more is there to know?" He let go of my wrist.
"'Adrian is bad,' is not a complete statement for me. Why is he bad? What does he want? Is he the mayor's lackey? Or is the mayor his? I need more information, Devin."
"You're not getting it that way." He clenched his jaw tightly and narrowed his eyes, daring me to defy him.
It took me a moment to realize what my flirtation must have looked like from his perspective. I couldn't expect him to understand what I myself didn't understand. I just needed to touch Adrian again. I needed to read him just as I had the old murdering rapist. I needed to see how black his heart was. At the same time, I was trying to keep him on my good side in case he was as evil as I suspected. I didn't need my enemies knowing that they were my enemies.
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Corn, Cows, and the Apocalypse
Science FictionA witty tale of a small town girl's struggle to maintain her hard earned mediocrity even after the reckoning. Between demon-ridden corpses trying to kill her, her mentor futilely trying to train her to be a hero, and her pathetically non-existent l...
