The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

However...

Joshua glanced discreetly at Stella. She hadn't grown up in his world; she had an aversion to violence. Just killing Leonard seemed anticlimactic. Perhaps it would be more interesting to keep him alive and torment him slowly.

As he packed, his mind churned with plans for the future. When he reached for one of the bags, his fingers brushed against something unexpected.

He pulled the contents out, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "What... is this?"

Hearing his voice, Stella turned and saw him holding two unusually shaped candles.

She froze. The next second, her face went scarlet. She suddenly remembered the shopkeeper's lecherous grin when she'd bought the supplies. After she paid, he'd even told her, "If they work well, come back for more. I'll give you a discount." At the time, she hadn't understood what he meant. Now it was painfully clear he'd thrown in a couple of "gifts."

One look at the candles was enough to know they weren't for illumination. They

were...

back into the bag. But in her haste, the

Rope. Handcuffs.

shaped candles, the collection painted

explain, but where would she even begin? After all, she *had* bought those things

from the floor, her expression carefully

her heels. Even as she hurried down the hall, she could feel his intense, penetrating gaze

any questions or mention what had just happened, and

they passed the tool shop from before. The owner was outside, chatting with a neighbor. He saw Stella and Joshua, did a double-take, and then his eyes tanded on the bandage still

look of pure shock crossed his face. "Whoa,

confused, just stared

chuckle. "So, miss, how were those candles?