Chapter 6

Cara

 

Maybe Diablo.

 

It would explain a lot. The charisma. The coldness. He would probably get on famously with my cat, Satan.

 

My Uber pulled up to the curb. I got in, still holding the handkerchief. I hadn’t dared soil the pure white silk with my coffee stain. I was going to have to return the ...

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