Till Death, A Bloody Vow

Taylo

n us heavier than any argument. I hired a private investigator to dig into Avery Adkins' s life, but every file came back scru

y one evening, staring

dispensing with any pretense of civilit

weariness that went bone-deep.

inted copy of the divorce agreement on the leather blotter. "Si

n who knew he held all the cards. He picked up the document, but not to sign it. With a single, decisi

unyielding. "There is only one way out of t

. I grabbed the heavy crystal paperweight from his desk and hurled it at his head. He ducked just in tim

desk-a sterling silver blade, sharp and thin. I lunged

heart. We stood there, locked in a deadly embrace, our chests heaving. His

t?" I whispered, my voice tremblin

clench harder around the hilt of the letter opener.

g against his resistance. "Divorce me, or I' ll w

xpression changed. The resistance in his arm slackened. He guid

whisper. With a sudden, shocking m

ips as he drove it deeper, his face contorting in pain. Blood, dark and thick, bloomed

splattered onto my c

hoked out, his eyes locked on mine, filled w

sound that made my stomach churn. He let out

cloying. It was the same smell from that night in the trailer.

past and present were crashing to

hands shaking uncontrollably. I held up the bloody le

led out of the study, leaving him bleeding in the dark. I fled down the hallway, the coppery tang of

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