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Ongoing, First published Jul 09
Mature
The first thing he noticed wasn't the blood in the glass.
It was her.

Draped in crimson silk, barefoot, smiling like she'd been expecting him.

"You're not very good at breaking and entering," she said.
Her voice was honey and rot.

Cassian tightened his grip on the crowbar.
"I didn't think anyone was home."

She stepped forward.
"You were wrong."

And God, he was.


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