Assault caught her eye and a slow smile spread across his face, as the little girl in his lap read some of the next poem. The look was smug, sly.
He knows exactly what she wanted to happen, doesn’t he.
He knew exactly how much this was irritating her.
Yeah.
“Jackass,” she muttered.
But she couldn’t stop a smile of her own from spreading across her face.
Alright, I’m sold. Black romance it is!
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Wow, there’s even more?
The glass in the little window of her front door was shattered. It fell on her feet as she pushed the door open.
Ah, looks like we’ve reached roughly the present. She’d be coming home from the Lake Heroic meeting.
Perhaps to the third favor?
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