“I love you,” he says, and my heart races even faster. “With blood running down your lips and a man crying at your feet. In a yellow dress and clumsy dance steps. With your skirt pulled up to your thigh and a rifle in your hands. With four paws and a cute little face. I love you, Daphne Heartcleaver.”

“I love you,” he says, and my heart races even faster. “With blood running down your lips and a man crying at your feet. In a yellow dress and clumsy dance steps. With your skirt pulled up to your thigh and a rifle in your hands. With four paws and a cute little face. I love you, Daphne Heartcleaver.”

— Tessonja Odette