Chapter 14 Ghosts And Threats

• She dressed up like she was walking into a battlefield , because in her mind, she was.
• Tight black dress that clung to every inch like liquid sin, lips blood red and her blonde hair sleek and pulled back like a weapon. She’d reinvented herself long ago ….. curves carved by a knife ,voice smoothed by years of seduction, ego inflated by every wolf who begged for a taste.
• And that night , she wasn’t coming to flirt.