Chapter 50 THE WRECK OF MY CONCENTRATION

Wide-eyed, I watched the blood spill down her arm, pooling at her feet in drip-drop bits before my brain caught up, splattering against the white of the shoes peeking out from the fabric around her ankle.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed.

Aletta didn’t even blink. “Setting the scene. ...

Login and Continue Reading