Anita Blake, I'd like you to meet Donna Parnell, my fiancee. He might not understand why, but he knew the camel was broken in fucking two and there was no way to fix it except to do what I wanted him to do, or die. Whydid it matter if I overheard them or not? What could they possibly be talking about that they needed to hide from me? They'd cheerfully told me they were going to kill me. Not flattering.
How embarrassing. They just kept trying to take pieces out of them. That's the best I can do. He did it.
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