At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

linked her arm through his.

“Smile,” she said.

“My face may have forgotten how.”

“Then pretend you’re enjoying my company.”

His mouth twitched.

“That part is not difficult.”

“Don’t get charming on me now.”

The bell over the door chimed.

Cold air entered like a blade.

Every watcher turned.

Elena laughed loudly, bright and false, and swatted Vincent’s chest as continue reading …