(TWENTY-TWO) A Drag Off of Death

Fantasmagoria

“I warned you this was a dangerous game.” Marcelline glowered at Gilbert with her one good eye. The contrasting beauty of the multi-hued pearl in the center of the white patch made it seem that much more sinister, that and the large revolver she trained on him as the pair sat facing each other in the back of the limo.

Gilbert, still flushed and panting, …