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As I was drying off, my phone pinged. I prayed it was Conor sending me a text saying he was sorry too and he would be over to make everything okay. Underneath all the badass was a princess who sometimes just wanted to be taken care of.
I picked up the phone. It was a text but from an unfamiliar number.
I’m hoping the gift I left on your doorstep will convey my true feelings for you.
Was this Volkov again? And what the hell was left on my doorstep?
I pulled on some shorts and a shirt, flung open my front door, and gasped. A six-foot-long bundle of clear plastic stretched on the floor of my front porch. I didn’t have to unwrap it to know it was a body. I could see smears of blood on the inside of the plastic. What I didn’t know was whose body it was or who had left it.
Panic blazed
