Chapter One
“Did I say you could come in?” Hope arches an elegant eyebrow as I open the door to her studio. She’s still mad, and I can tell because she still hasn’t even looked at me. She just holds that regal air about her. My smile curves because I haven’t been asking for access to her studio for over a year now. And that shit isn’t about to change today, either.
“Didn’t realize I needed permission, shortcake. Maybe I need to call in a promiscuous little killer to the office, chain her to a desk for a few hours to remind her that when she’s messy with her kills, she might just get caught.”