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Saffron

I didn’t care who was in the room with me. I didn’t care who saw what I was doing. Right now Meyers was my priority. I looked into his cobalt blue eyes. For once they were warm and had none of the mocking coldness I’d seen before. And I hated it. I hated him. He had to pay. I clicked my gun as I pressed it to his head. My eyes bored into his.

He closed his eyes and smiled. “I’ll be seeing you Saph.”

I pulled the trigger.

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