The silence was palpable. “I’ll be leaving, Evan. So fucking sexy…”
And he plunged her back down. When he was finished, his hand came up clutching a fistful of hair and a golden hair-clasp. Every time she had blown me, Vivian had been hesitant, holding back. It played that way, like a funeral dirge from the beginning of time. But there was also something else: the sick desire for passion over her own death. God, yes!”
Snatching up the long blade, I pressed it to Olivia’s neck and cut deep, opening her from ear to ear. “And are you prepared to place yourself beneath these rules, to be held to the letter of these rules and to execute all actions that these rules require of you?”
“Yes, I am,” I said. The blade of my knife caressed Olivia’s slender neck. I had last seen Joy the night of the poker game, but had not spoken to her.
