HOPE
"Well, you know what they say…" I toss a glance at Lizzie, lips curled into a grin. "If you can't kill them with kindness, try lethal injection."
She snorts, nearly choking on her iced coffee. "Please embroider that on a pillow and give it to Josie. Let her sleep on it."
"She needs it," I laugh, dragging a hand through my hair with theatrical flair. "My bond is being such a little bitch lately. Is yours like this too? Or is this just a cursed Central bond thing I need to formally complain to the universe about?"
"What were you expecting? Being a central bond to five powerful men is not a joke. I pray the moon goddess bless you with strength " Lizzie chuckles, lifting her phone just in time to snap a perfect shot of Josie standing stiff by the fountain.
Sunlight hits her at just the wrong angle..harsh, unflattering ...which makes it deliciously better.
