Danse Macabre
there’s no cover, but there is a price.
Naomi’s face tingled. She heard the squeak of latex gloves. A good sign.
“As soon as that numbing cream takes effect, I’ll inject a mixture of your own plasma and donor collagen. You’re going to love the results.”
At least he sounds like a doctor, Naomi thought. She rocked from side to side on the table, releasing nervous e…
