“Vas donc te faire foutre,” Evelyn yelled. (Go fuck yourself.)
While the words were menacing, that smirk on her lips implied it was all for show.
“Answers,” Clara taunted.
“Ans(swer?)—What were the questions?”
Those razor-sharp talons were out, but an impish grin remained firmly in place. She figured that Evelyn was playing her part… and enjoying it.
“Yes, that I miss this too,” Clara said. “Yes, that I’d love to… and yes that it would be cheating.”
Evelyn made it clear in the past that she was fine with Clara taking others to bed. It came with the lifestyle, but taking another Evelyn to bed would be like playing with napalm… neither could forgive themselves, the other, or me…
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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