Chapter 28 ✮⋆˙ 28 ˙⋆✮

The words on the garage door looked less like paint and more like blood waiting for the right body to spill.

GIVE BACK THE BRIDE.

Red streaks ran from each letter, thin and wet, catching in the grooves of the rolling metal doors. Whoever had sprayed it had taken time. They had crossed all three ba...

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