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What fucks me off entirely is that she has no memory of Ichabod. She destroyed his life and chose to brush off remembering him so she could be glorified by a bunch of poisoned water slingers that don’t know anything about her past.

None of it.

Not the way she used people. Manipulated anyone she slithered her tight little body against to get them to do her bidding. Coerced them with a silver tongue to bind themselves to her for her own goddamn wants.

All of her past is behind her and she thinks that’s okay.

I guess she forgot my deal, though.

I don’t like blondes.

I don’t like druggies.

Trixie’s crossed the line from being somewhat safe to the top of my favorite list.

I pull open the door of the truck and get in. Once I’ve got the keys in the ignition and the fucking thing started, I glance over my shoulder, put it in reverse, spin around, and haul ass back to the highway. If I hit anyone on my way out of here, that’s their fucking problem. Maybe the Bitch of Light can rub her body all over them and heal the wounds.

Goddammit.

My thoughts go back to the shit I just witnessed almost immediately, and I tell myself that it doesn’t have to happen today since I know where she is now.

Eventually all good things come to an end, and when I feel like the time is right, I’ll come back.

As soon as the tires go from dirt to asphalt, I straighten myself out in the seat and turn onto the main road.

Pressing down on the gas pedal, I crack my neck as I race back home.

The further away from this place—fromher—I am, the better I’ll feel.

And then I’ll come back.

I’ll make her remember Ichabod if nothing else.

Then the desert will flow with more than just junkie cactus water.

See you soon, bitch.

Anathema — Book Three

Yolanda Olson

Jennifer Bene

About Viperous

The Convert

Life has never been this good.

True, I miss my friends and everything I used to have but now there’s hope in a place where it never lived before.

Inside of me—her.

Us.

She’s built something great and all are welcome.

The only problem with that is that he thinks he’s welcomed too. She doesn’t remember him, or at least that’s how she likes to live her new life.

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