"If I ever end up like that, you have to promise to off me."
Sapphire snorted. "I'm not offering my best friend."
“Why not?" Savannah gestured with the slim black remote at the TV. "Look with your eyes, Sapphire! These people are insane."
"They're a bit misguided, but,"
"No. They're crazy. And if I ever get addicted to something like shoe polish or plaster, just kill me. It can be quick-a knife to the throat, or one of these fancy throw pillows Theresa has will do the trick."
Sapphire couldn't help the wince that came when the thought of killing Savannah, even as a joke, came up.
Death of any kind had been a sore spot for her ever since the run-in with Justin. "I don't think Theresa would appreciate me using one of her expensive throw pillows to kill you."
"Who are we killing?
