Tamara

“Aly squatted next to me, rubbing my back and making soothing noises as I retched. “This is probably a bad time to gloat over the fact that I was right about your identity, isn’t it?” Reader, I puke-laughed. And, no. I do not recommend it. I’d just killed a man, and my unhinged partner in crime was cracking jokes. “Fuck me,” I muttered.”
― Navessa Allen, Lights Out