Amber stared, at a loss for words. No persuasion was going to be necessary. The depth of Rainie's feelings for Ethan was painfully obvious. If someone told her slitting her own wrists would bring him back, she'd probably have the blade in her hand before the sentence was finished.
"Amber, you… you should go," Rainie said, swiping at her cheeks and drawing a shaky breath after she'd shucked her jacket. Even willing to offer her virginity for Ethan's sake, a thread of modesty remained. She and Amber were close; she knew about Amber's past with Ethan. That's why she'd caught Amber's meaning instantly.
But Amber didn't leave. Instead, she rose and began to undo the delicate ties of her own sheer gown.
"Amber, you…" Rainie's face flooded with color as understanding hit her.
"He's basically a corpse right now," Amber said, a soft, knowing curve to her lips. "Without my help, you won't get anywhere."
As she spoke, she flicked her wrist.
HMMMMMMMM.
