The Warlord's Comeback: Claiming My Lethal Queen

e Shaff

s, I pulled into the cracked aspha

top. The kind of place where long-haul drivers slept off their shifts, drug deals went dow

s and signed the ledger under my

eaner and damp carpet. I locked the deadbolt, fastened the securit

ming through my veins began to subside, l

nmade bed and headed straig

g, tangled brown hair was matted with sweat and dir

girl who had allowed Dale Edwards to t

bury her

First, the cut on my forearm. The jagged slice had st

teeth against the searing fire. Grabbing a tube of medical-grade tissue adhesive, I pressed

the tran

y kit. Gathering my long brown hair in my

down until it fell in a sharp, angled bob that grazed the line of

the paste through the shortened strands, waiting under the ha

hair, the reflection in the

mering, ice-platinum blonde-my true color, which

ng a black eyeliner pencil, I drew thick, sharp wings that elongate

pped

ck at me was a lethal, striking woman who loo

like a second skin, a charcoal compression tank top,

ll CRT television bol

scrolled across the

LINE SHAFFER, WANTED FOR QUESTIONING IN A VIOLENT AS

my old DMV photo-the brunett

itical pull to set the county sheriff on me. He was desperate to

ook for a

e yet. Not until I settl

chitects of my two-year nightmare we

rchy, the woman who had stolen my mother's estate

g nurse at the county medical clinic. The very clinic tha

nake, you don't chase the

tical blade into my boot, and adjusted a pa

net across the county, hunting for

ver see the b