She painted on the Root Beer Lip Smackers lip gloss that Shari had bought her last Christmas and rouged her cheeks as she had long ago as she once had for Sebastian. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. “Annabel?” he exclaimed. "I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world. He was ready to seed his legacy, and you were a pawn to be moved out of the way.
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