d like dying wasps as Mia Carter stared
isn't
cian had done a decent job, platinum hair styled in Lana's signature messy waves, th
teen, when her stepfather's whiskey bottle had found its mark. Mia could still hear her
coffin had smoo
e quick, always had. These were polish
e buzzed. A text
ust what
oppressive heat congealed into some
rialized at her elbow, his aftershave c
is sleeve. "T
ach his eyes. "Dent
cracked. "Where's the
elled like bergamot and something darker beneath, like wine left to turn
swing open, revealing the gleam of rosewood,
over. She hadn'
er through a haze of incense smoke. When she shov
shing her wrist where Ethan had gr
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s and then froze. Three hours had passed. The sun hung low,
er ha
ticles. A fresh scratch curved over her knuckles like a crescent moo
oo
as she drove home, the streets blurring. She'd l
lding. Something glinted in her rearview mi
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ter with a clatter. T
scre
oom mirror in Lana's sign
WAYS THE SM
'T YOU CHECK
meared like a
hovel's in
r. For half a heartbeat, her pupils dilated to
lights
he mirror showed only
methin
fingerprints smudging the surface. Too large to
uzzed- a ne
a whisper that wasn't Lana's
e from your building, darl
click. The li
ood turn
ld anyone abo
en the