CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIVE
AUTHOR'S POV
They both were ready and more equipped than any skilled criminal in the world. Dressed in monotone black, they could scare even the devil into submission
"What next?" Roxanne asked as they stood outside the apartment complex, taking in the cold air uncertainly.
It was past seven pm, and they had done nothing other than waste time selecting dresses like they were going to a fashion show and forgetting to make use of their scale of preference.
They had done everything with so much careless abandon that it was hard not to begin to feel some pangs of disgusting regret for themselves.
"We move," Tarella replied rudely,, steadying her head warmer more firmly on her head. It barely contained her long black hair, but it did shield her identity.
