The Lazarus Pact
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PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS 'THE SCENT OF DECIET."
"You will pay for your crimes," she whispered
"For all the sins you've committed, I" she gasped as his fingers traced her lower spine, sending a shiver up her body. "I will make you pay. I will tell everyone that you are a murderer."
With torturous slowness, his nose grazed the length of her neck, lips hovering just near, touching yet not quite. "For that..." he murmured, his breath a ghost against her skin, "you'd have to stay alive."
His lips pressed a single, lingering kiss above her collarbone, as she arched her neck back
"I might kill you," he mused, eyes locking with hers in the mirror-dark, unreadable. A tear slipped down her cheek.
"before you even take a step out of this room."
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Where will the battle for justice lead when a girl turns the lives of two brothers into a storm of chaos?
One loves her enough to lay down his life for her...
The other hates her enough to take it.
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