The Language of Flowers

Her apartment was filled with flowers. Vases sat on every surface, and the petals were strewn on her bed. The orange lilies on the kitchen table, the cyclamen on the table by the front door. But the worst was the monkshood on her bed. All of this meant one thing: he had found her and she would be the next target in his deadly game. All that she could do now was prepare and watch out for any more unexpected flowers.

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