Page 627 of Rage

She smiles, her messy hair up in a bun.

“Elias...” she looks at her bowl, “...did you not cook the lamb bones properly?” she asks.

I try to hide the twitch in the corner of my mouth and her eyes widen, spitting out the soup.

“No. You didn’t.” She looks at me, then the soup. “Are they...”

“Don’t lie. It tastes better than chicken soup.”

She tips the contents of the bowl into the bin and I can see the small smile on her lips. “I cannot believe you.”

“What do you take me for?” I deny it even though she’s discovered my secret ingredient.

Stepping closer, she places her hand on my cheek.

“Someone who would kill for me.”

I place my lips on hers, the scent of her blueberry shampoo lingering around her.

“Slasher,I would not only kill for you, I would become the worlds worst nightmare if anything ever happened to you.”

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