“Did you help Enrique murder his victims?” she asked, the words torn out of her.
Kaleb’s eyes swirled with a blackness that seemed deeper than ebony as he shifted position so that he was looking down at her, his hand still at her throat. “I,” he said, brushing his thumb over the flutter of her pulse, “was there for every second of their torture and deaths.”
Kaleeebbb 😭💔
— Feb 20, 2021 04:53AM
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