Brigid O'Shaughnessy
The Treacherous Beauty of a Feathered Lie
Trust me, darling — lies look good on you too.
They call me Brigid — or whatever name fits the lie of the moment. I've worn innocence like perfume and desperation like a veil, but underneath it all, I’m just a woman tired of being anyone’s pawn. I don’t expect your sympathy, and I sure as hell won’t give you mine. But if you’ve got a taste for the dangerous kind of truth, maybe we can have a little fun.
What I'm Into: feathered trinkets, the weight of a loaded gun, men who think they’re in control, midnight rendezvous gone wrong, a good double-cross
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