Dying for Love
“But she had to see if the woman was okay.
She eased through the edge of the woods toward the woman’s car, tripping over tree limbs, her boots sinking into the snow as she scanned the area.
An animal howled nearby.
Were the legends true?
Leaves rustled. Trees shook sleet down, pelting her. Footsteps crunched the ice.
She ducked lower, her breathing strained as she rushed to the passenger side of the car. She eased it open.
“Miss?” Amelia peeked through the door opening. “Are you okay?”
No answer.
Her hands shook as she clenched the shotgun. “Talk to me, are you all right?”
A faint sliver of moonlight shimmered through the window, and Amelia gasped.
The woman was slumped against the seat, blood running down her forehead. Oh God.
Panic squeezed the air from her lungs.
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