He lay there on the bar, wrists and ankles bound together, blood trickling from his mouth, and talked as if he were sitting behind a desk. I'd never seen an obsidian blade used and hadn't been a hundred percent that it didn't act like silver. His ego seemed pretty fragile for a deity. I touched Edward's hand, lowering the gun to point at the table.
Insurance pictures? He nodded. Something crawled out of that tunnel. Becca was wearing a bright yellow sundress with daisies on it. He pressed his hands around the hilt, trying to stop the blood from pouring out.
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