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“We have plenty of time,” the staticky voice echoed through the earpiece Reid wore. “You can calm down.” “I know we have time, Laurel,” Reid replied. “It’s easy for you to say though. You get to sit in the car, happy and safe while I’m here risking my life to get these jewels.” “You aren’t risking your life, you drama queen.” Even if he couldn’t see her face, Reid could feel Laurel rolling her eyes at him. “Besides, I’m the only one who knows you’re there. You got past three guards, and you’ve dealt with far more in the past.” He su...
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The river was a place of safety. The two old sycamore trees that hung overhead shielding them from the world with their draping branches. The lapping of the water was a calming, familiar melody. Even the single raven’s caw was reassuring to Catherine as she tried to walk to the edge of the river bank. She used to come to this clearing all the time, but it had been many months since she had last ventured to the water’s edge. Weeks had been spent contemplating how close she could get before the memories flooded her senses to the point she had...
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tw: murder The red Solo cups on the table were another reminder of what was happening tonight. That and the blaring music, tables scattered with bowls of food, and bottles of who knows what on the counters. Florence diverted her attention away from where her boyfriend, Sawyer, and roommate, Blair, were singing Taylor Swift karaoke, rather poorly. She shot them a quick smile before looking back down at her favorite white t-shirt, tragically covered in marinara sauce after Blair tried cooking dinner. All it needed, luckily, was a bit of ...
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