He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.
Rachel VincentSo don't. Come hang out with me at work. We can play naughty dress up with the hospital gowns and rearrange the supply closets.
Rachel VincentApparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I'd never find use for an English degree. Ha! I'd like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.
Rachel VincentDid he show himself?โ Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. โHe was an arrogant little demon.โ โSo what happened?โ I asked. โI punched him.โ For a moment, we stared at him in silence. โYou punched the reaper?โ I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. โYeah.โ He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldnโt remember the last time Iโd seen my father smile. โBroke his nose.
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