Chapter Ninety One
You can always feel it when everything is about to fall apart. There is eerie energy in the air, a sort of dangerous buzz in your vicinity. Daniel played with the small, glassy bottle in his hand. He twisted it, often closing and opening his palm as if to confirm its existence. From time to time, he flickered his gaze towards Tamara. She was paler than ever, ghastly white, like the linen that draped their marital bed. The bed that had never been slept in. Tamara had never loved him; her heart belonged to the barbaric beast. Daniel had never understood this, but he had done little to interfere with their romance. Daniel knew the vitality of patience, the importance of planning. He was excellent at both. When Tamara declared her love for the behemoth, Daniel had embraced her and told her to
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