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Cupid aimed the gun, sighted down the barrel, and let those bullets fly.
Then he watched sparks fly between the two strangers.
Ha.
Arrows were so last century.
What feathery creatures thou art. Your wings cut sharp through enemy formations. Tis no wonder they call you an army of angels.
purify:
The black taint on her skin began to spread outwards. She brought her gaze up to meet his, horror in her eyes. I'm done for, she didn't need to say out loud.
He brought up a green vial. "This will purify the infection."
A pause.
"But isn't that..."
"Belladonna. Yes. Fight poison with poison."
Their accusations were stabbing me in the back. Me? A murderer? How could my closest friends suspect me of it? Sure I don't have an alibi, but they know me. I've hung out with them for years. Did that time mean nothing? Do they know me at all?