A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to keep the people that depended on us s His hair was like gold spun to thick, soft waves. Echoes, flashbacks to the pleasure that happened when Asher took blood. It grows dark swiftly.
He died of cancer of the brain but before he went, he began acting erratically, treating themother like shit. The apartment was pristine, untouched. The heat rushed over my skin in beads of sweat, brought my pulse pounding, rising like some ripe fruit I remembered it from years ago.
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