Summary
Lieve had been my friend for as long as I could remember. Honestly, Lieve had been more than a friend. She’d been a refuge.
Now, Lieve was too absorbed in her own life to be my friend. She didn’t need me anymore. It looked like Lieve hardly needed anyone.
Except Jude.
I would be lying if she said I wasn’t jealous of Jude, always busying Lieve with his pretty words. Another lie would be if I said I hadn’t toyed with the idea of Lieve’s head between my legs.
My truth would come riding along Lucretia’s, in between Jonan and Klein.
And, there would be others….
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