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I jumped back at the sight of the dead body.
Crispin unhooked his crossbow from his belt, leaped over the body, and charged into the house, pointing his bow in every direction. He started up the stairs, stopped, and listened.
“House sounds empty,” he said.
Destiny turned into a lion and prowled the rest of the house.
“Damn,” Darius said, looking away.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Rhonda.
Sure, I had hated the woman.
She was the only thing that stood between L’Dante and me.
She disliked me so much she tried to fix him up with other women. And L’Dante almost fell for it.
I was never black enough for her.
I was too “proper”, even though I wasn’t.
I was too “entitled”.
I was a “house n****r”.
I was a “hoe over there”.
I was a “skinny heifer”.
I was somebody that didn’t deserv
