It's the beast, it's my h e a r t, it's o p e n D i v e down into its unit in its h e a d
Veronica’s lips were icy blue and the blood had already drained from her face; it made her just as pale as the pearls that used to encircle her neck but, they were gone now, and so was she. Somebody murdered her that night and he had to know why.











