“She… she asked me to,” Evelyn said.
“Asked you to?”
That made no sense to Grace. Whoever blood bound her would not willingly remove the gag. Most would stop her heart to silence them before they divulged anything.
Evelyn wiped her eyes, and sniffled while she pushed herself up. Until now, Evelyn had been cuddling a corpse, the scent of decay hung in the air. The poor girl is smiling…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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