“Come on. Wake up,” some male voice coaxed through a thick fog. It wasn’t Clark’s or Jimmy’s.
Nope, it’s that of her new husband. It’s an arranged marriage.
“I’ve had lousy dates before, but this is ridiculous,” the deep voice continued.
He’s boring?
Her chair was surrounded by six cross-bows at close range.
Fancy. But why. He got it off a prop auction for a show from the 90s?
Either someone was paranoid, or her reputation had preceded her.
Michael
