The Risk: Mindf*ck Series

She starts laughing harder this time, and I listen, soaking it in. I don’t know why it feels like I’ve accomplished something by making her laugh. Then again, something tells me she probably doesn’t do it too often.

The second I read her, she went from cold to haunted in a blink, and those haunted green eyes have been seared into my memory.

“I was a sixteen-year-old little girl the last time you saw me,” I say with a dark smile. “I’m all grown up now. Want to play?”

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