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"Yikes." Masie whispered, with a look of disgust.
Her golden hair was tucked into the back of the black hoodie, the darkness shaded her face. The inside of her mouth ached because she had this habit of biting the inside of her cheeks.
Her breath created a cloud of smoke in the cool air as she exhaled deeply. But, she didn't shiver nor did she hug herself to get warmer. In fact, she stood with her arms at her sides.
The body of Piper Shaw reeked of death and blood. Masie had never once seen Piper smile, or laugh, genuinely. Everything she did was thought out, planned. She admired her for that.
She pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she turned away from the body. She inhaled, looking at her hands.
In one hand, she had a knife, the black handle almost nonvisual in the dark. In the other, the human heart she replaced with a pig's.
