“She wouldn’t allow herself the release of tears. To feel nothing was far better than allowing her heart to feel her dark despair. Her hand crept to her throat, seeking comfort in the cross around her neck. It felt heavy and cold against her skin.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.223
“As she ran into Madison’s bedroom, she was hit with the smell of expensive perfumes clogging the air. Shattered glass from several perfume bottles, pots of face cream and jewelry lay strewn across the polished concrete floor where someone had swiped them off the dressing table.”
The Enchanted One by Lora Deeprose pg.209
Lora Deeprose 