It was the habit of never, ever finishing a story the way anyone expected.
The neon snake sign of the Serpiente casino coiled and uncoiled above the Bangkok rain. Inside, the air was thick with jasmine smoke and bad intentions. Kandy didn’t breathe it in. Kandy tasted it—like old silver and betrayal. It was the habit of never, ever finishing
“Then tell him,” she said, exhaling smoke into the Bangkok night, “that the Hi Kix Kick Ass Model Habit doesn’t take notes. She takes necks.” It was the habit of never
It was the habit of never, ever finishing a story the way anyone expected.
The neon snake sign of the Serpiente casino coiled and uncoiled above the Bangkok rain. Inside, the air was thick with jasmine smoke and bad intentions. Kandy didn’t breathe it in. Kandy tasted it—like old silver and betrayal.
“Then tell him,” she said, exhaling smoke into the Bangkok night, “that the Hi Kix Kick Ass Model Habit doesn’t take notes. She takes necks.”