Les-Femmes-Assassins

Chapter 9 Art © Sonala (https://www.deviantart.com/sonala) Katie would often visit Daniel’s grave more time even Barry or Cassidy did over the years. She starred down on the standing gravestone. Her eyes were beginning to sting with tears, even though it had been five years now since his death; yet the tears were always held at bay like a water dame. The gravestone was made with a fine stone that Katie couldn’t identify.  The face of it had a script that seemed too little to give the testimony of a family member she loved: Here lies   Daniel Louis Finnegan son, cousin, and comrade Born:   February 15th, 1731 In the hands of our Lord: November

She needed to breathe.   Julian's hand was still holding her elbow, entrapping her to the buildings rooftop as he leaned his face towards her. She did not want this. He needed to let go of her, now. “Audrey.” He whispered, running his lips across her jaw, trailing his cool breath on her skin. She didn't want to hurt him, but he was crossing her boundaries. He pressed his lips firmly to her cheek when Jeremiah signaled for them. Julian stepped back, surprised, as Audrey climb down to meet with her brother. She could not get away fast enough. “See him?” She asked, her skin still crawling from the kiss. Jeremiah shook