There were some things in life that came with guarantees—like death and taxes. I wasn’t anyone’s sure bet. I didn’t survive on my own without taking precautions. Without constantly looking over my shoulder. Despite my being a member of the undead, I had to rely on my instincts. Otherwise, my existence would end sooner than I wanted.
I already knew Morgan wouldn’t approve of what I intended to do. The do-gooder and I would never see eye to eye. If she had been wholly human, we wouldn’t have been friends either. She was one of those entitled kids who thought they could create havoc and run back to Daddy’s safety net. Well, I didn’t have an escape hatch or anyone wishing to protect me. I was on my own, which is why I wasted no time making a decision. Prepare to leave town, commit the deed, and then get the hell out of dodge.
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