β π π π π π π π β π£ π π€ π₯ β ΰ°π»ππ§ππ'π€ πππππ₯, πππ ππππ₯ππ π ΰ° ''Just cut to the bone, will you?'' He took a step forward. And another, and another, until I was pressed against the shelf. ''It isn't the worst thing you'll hear'' he whispered, threatening me. And I almost laughed. He thought I was scared. Maybe I was a little bit but it wasn't because of him. ''You want a death's kiss first?''All Rights Reserved