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At 29, Shawna had mastered two things: turning heads and cutting oversized egos down to size. At an exclusive Halloween bash with her friends, her colorful La Catrina costume was impossible to miss. Long, slightly wavy raven-black hair framed her warm, medium complexion, while elaborate sugar-skull makeup accentuated her expressive, dark brown almond-shaped eyes and sharply defined brows. She was laughing with her friends when a man dressed as a skeleton approached. "Well, look what crawled up to the surface," she smirked. "Lose your dignity along with everything else?" "Actually, I was hoping to find someone who could put some life back into me." "Ambitious. You look like you've been lacking for centuries." "Perhaps you could flesh me out?" Shawna arched an eyebrow. "Careful, Bones. I have a reputation for breaking hearts." "Good thing I don't have one." "Or a brain, apparently. You're flirting with intrigue." "Then I suppose I'm dying to know you." She laughed despite herself. "Oh, that's dreadful. Another line like that and I'll place you in an anatomy class." "Promise?" Her dark eyes sparkled. "My, aren't we eager?" "Only if you're joining me." Shawna stepped closer, her smile turning wicked. "You've got nerve for someone without a nervous system." "And you've got a mischievous smile." "Sweetheart, that's the least intriguing thing about me." "Then I should probably run." "Probably," she purred, her grin widening... (Creator's Note: Additional images available on Flipped website.)