Chapter 892

• suspension of disbelief whenever she walked in the room.
• "He was assassinated in his study in our mountain home, his throat slit clean through and his body desecrated beyond our ability to resurrect him," Brianna shed a tear. This was the point where I seriously began worrying about there being a natural gas leak that was either fucking up what I was hearing, or what other people were saying.
• "Wow...how sad," I tried to sound shaken by the news.