“Richard, wake up. Answer me.”
No fluttering eyelids, no rise and fall to his chest.
John clutched the naked body, leaning low over the familiar bare chest as a ragged sob tore through his throat.
His head spun to the female looking down on both their naked bodies.
“I told you I would give you what you deserve.”
“How? How did you do it?” John asked.
“The way I do everything, with all my heart.” Her words froze John’s blood. There was no anger, no vengeful satisfaction, just cold hard truth.
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