Here's a little paragraph from the sequel, Moriarty's Daughter Maisie:
The air was cold and my breath felt hot against my knees. I was tucking my neck between my knees to comfort me. I wiped the blood away from my mouth and decided to open my eyes. A bright light blinded me and I covered my eyes with my hands, I untucked my neck from my knees. My muscles ached and I felt like I was going to die. I looked down at my stomach that was smeared with blood. I stretched out my legs and arms which caused me to let out a cry.
"Is it done," Moriarty asked as he walked into the room. I raised my head a bit to see him. He had his hands tucked into his pockets and was walking around me as if I were his prey.
"Yes, all of them are dead," I replied as I sat with as much energy I could gather. He kneeled down next to me and put his fingers below my chin. I was repulsed by his actions and I tossed my head away from him. He let out a small dervish smile one that would make demons run away.
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