DECEPTIVE DESIRES

OINT O

bout Dante. Just when I thought I had pushed him aw

y of him. It was as if after years of my sexual urges lying

whole day and I had to go change my

Dante De Luca was a monster. Apparently, my horny brain didn’t give a shit about all the blood

he tap to hide my voice, sat on the covered toilet lid and called Mark, m

d up. It was a code to ensure that everything

replied. Which meant that every

the plug on this

ely been there twenty-four hours. We’

, but I

Leah?” He cut in, “your par

lked about how I was making my parents proud by hu

thought of disappointing my parents forever haunted me, but from what I had heard,

sive shoes behind, and I’d

nantly. If it was just cold feet, I could easi

l when I tell him this, and I need to give him something

tell him about what had happened earlier. It was humiliati

work extra hard to prove themselves. Combine that with the fact that they all saw me as someone who had

red, at a loss at how best to drive home the urgency of the point that I

we had to pass though,” Mark said sternly, “do you know what that means? It means that for the next few months we won’t have eyes and ears in the organization and that gives them enough time an

old race through me and form

and let the familiar

What happened to your parents was tragic, but you alone

folded in

I want to doubt your dedication to this team,” he said, “ar

plied in a

ow you won’t let me down. I believe in you, Leah.

sts and I heard a faint crack that indicated that

staring at my reflection. I looked as pale as a ghost. But the part of my

body in my family tree had eyed this col

ror and smoothed down the

here on a mission to destroy these evil people who h

te the hunger rising up in me and clear my h

ed man upstairs would give me exactly what I

y, and he was comp