Victoria?” Embelline breathed on my face, the smell of James blood intoxicating. She reached out for me and crushed me towards the floor. “Now, tell me, cause I really don’t get this. How would toi feel if some downright stranger just happened to traverser, croix your path, and then a volé, étole your man away? Huh? Ever have that happen to you?” She yelled as she sat in haut, retour au début of me, spilling her guts out. James was no where to be seen. After Embelline had called her little workers in (Mary and Thomas), they had both left with him. Mary’s face was devilish when she saw me, a huge grin had crossed her...
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