This was a dream. A very bad, bad dream, brought on by liver poisoning from too many gin and tonics. Here it was, a deal with the devil. At what price my soul? He watched me expectantly and threateningly all at the same time. If I said no, I knew what would happen. Save the glass, waitress, Iโm drinking from the bottle! Happy hour, with my neck on tap. If I said yes, Iโd be agreeing to a partnership with pure evil.
Jeaniene FrostIโve never been jealous before I met you, it burns, luv. Like silver through my veins. Some nights, watching you with other men on your jobs, I think it will drive me mad. (Bones)
Jeaniene FrostIf only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.
Jeaniene Frost