Some kind of battle had been fought here—and lost. That's not true. Okay, no argument, it’s all ego and crippled masculine pride, but God it burns! I pulled my shit together and dropped back into my Sam Spade, private eye, mode. Police work isn't my entire career.
The Very Last Day of a Good WomanFinally, he knew the world was going to end. Not many, but a few. I am Belle Morte, member of the council on high, do not underestimate me, Anita. I was suddenly aware of the car seat, the seat belt across my chest, Nathaniel's body wrapped around my legs.
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