““It’s about time,” she cheered. Well, not that she would wish destruction and possible death upon her neighbors. Despite the interrupting flash of morbid thoughts she murmured, “Arikk, my fine wizard, you better get ready.” She yanked back the dingy lace curtain, forced open the old window, and stuck her head out to scan the sky. She spotted the ominous black cloud descending towards the ground like the bony fingers of a Halloween skeleton. Letting out a whoop, she clapped her hands before ...searching for her favorite lip gloss – the one that tasted like cinnamon and drove Arikk nuts. Not that he would ever admit it. Well, maybe not yet . . . She pushed aside the clutter on her dresser until she found the tube and swiped some on her pouty lips. Grabbing her well-worn rain jacket, she shoved the lip gloss in her pocket and bounded down the stairs, taking them two at a time. The door flew open as though it had taken a hit from a burly linebacker. Tasha never hesitated; she was a woman on a mission to get to her man.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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