Promise me, Roxie,” he said again. The way he said her name – low and slow and sweet – was like nothing she’d ever heard. She could feel his eyes on her in such a way it was as if he was tracing the oval of her face with his fingers. And all her halfhearted talk of leaving turned to ashes. “I promise.
-Laura Frantz
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