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Ending Count: 1008

Total Words: 1008

Starting Line:

“It’s an easy enough job.”

Ending Line:

He was as good as his word. Rose was napping when he came back in, curled up in the overstuffed chair in front of the dying fire, but the sound of his scales shushing along the tiled floor brought her back to full wakefulness.

Darling:

Her right hand clenched as she fought to stay still, not cover the tattoo he stared at so intently. The black rose covered her entire right cheek and part of her eyelid, the stem trailing down her neck and into the collar of her black shirt. She’d actually pulled her hair back today, so the tattoo was even more visible than normal.

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