Obsessed Evil Spawn
EMILY The doorbell rang again before I even made it to the bedroom. I froze halfway up the stairs, one shoe on, the other dangling from my fingers. My pulse was already doing that stupid fluttery thing from Chloe’s call and now this. Great. Because what my morning needed was another visitor who thought six fifty in the morning was a perfectly reasonable time to ruin it. I padded back down. Bare foot on cold marble. Leo’s shirt still smelled like him and last night and I liked it, a little too much. I yanked the door open mid-ring. Veronica stood there like she’d been poured into cream silk and bad decisions. Blonde curls perfect. Smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Slut,” she said sweetly. “How are you liking the life of luxury you never earned?” The word landed flat betwe
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