Page 69 of Crown of Thorns

“Aye, he is,” he says.

“Yes, she protected me then and I thought she was a friend. But when I came out of the restroom stall, I couldn’t find my lipstick. It was missing.”

“What does all of this have to do with your allergy?”

“She lent me her lip gloss but after I used it, my lips started to burn. When I asked her what was in it, she said it was a rare bee venom, and then she left me to die.”

“I’m afraid I have bad news after all, hen,” he says, gripping my hand in his.

“What’s that?”

“This means war.”

To Be Continued…