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Please be easy. Please be easy. I had no idea why I thought using that mantra would work, but a fool can hope. I was a big fool. We made our slow way upstairs, and I almost didn’t have to feign the stumbling. It’d been some time since I’d taken a woman’s form.
They were so top heavy!
“Would you care for your usual, madam?” asked the butler, or whoever he was, when he stopped outside a set of thick, double doors at the end of a hall.
“Oh. Yes. Please.” I licked my lips. What the hell was my
In Pieces #81 (19.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
“I’ll take care of that,” Ryan said. He moved past Ben and snatched up the offending bouquet. “Be right back.” Leaving the motel room, he hurried across the parking lot to the huge dumpster that serviced the motel, lifted the lid and tossed the flowers inside. Then he hastened back to the room. Ben sat on the edge of their bed. He looked up at Ryan’s entrance.
“How do you think she found us here?” he asked.
Good question. Ryan took a seat beside Ben, taking his hand and twining their fingers together. Then the answer dawned on him. “Cameron,” he said. “He has a copy of our itinerary, doesn’t he?”
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Adrift: Chapter 68 by J. Alan Veerkamp
Without a sound, Arad scuttled back the way he came, down the hallway with all the quick stealth learned from years of avoiding authorities. Such as ducking out unseen during a raid on an unlicensed workhouse, or avoiding being beaten and arrested during a food riot. A violent food riot. Like the kind Roku had originally been killed in.
He could imagine the entire horrible scene. Roku trying to keep the peace. Wild, starving people overwhelming him because he was too honorable to defend himself. His murder. ApexCorp invoking their post mortem clauses.
Arad did everything he could not to vomit.