Her small hand wrapped around mine, giving me a small squeeze. Her brown doe eyes were wide when she blinked up at me. “If you need to leave, just tell me and I will take care of”—her eyes flitted over my shoulder, her expression changing from I-am-the-definition-of-kindness to I-am-the-definition-of-serial-killer in a second—“Bhenchod!”
The Unfolding Duet
Urban · Mahi
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