She scowled at her reflection
It was all angles, scars, and knots of muscle
Leaving her bereft of the soft curves she knew he desired
Vapor poured into the window behind her
Envisioning what was about to happen, she punched her image, shattering it
Reaching for a shard, she let it fly, impaling the coalescing vampire. “How about that curve?” she muttered.
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