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THE DEMON TIDE BY LAURIE FOREST

THE BLACK WITCH CHRONICLES: THE DEMON TIDE 




The realm war is near and the Prophecy is at hand. The Black Witch is back…and the demon tide is coming. Prepare to be spellbound by The Black Witch Chronicles.
Nothing can stop the demon tide…
Newly exposed as the Black Witch of Prophecy, Elloren Gardner Grey is on the run, not knowing if she’ll find friends or foes. With her fastmate, Lukas Grey, either dead or in the hands of High Mage Marcus Vogel, Elloren knows the only chance of turning the tide of the coming war is to seek allies who will listen long enough not to kill her on sight.
In the Eastern Realm, Water Fae Tierney Calix and Elloren’s brother Trystan have joined the Wyvernguard to prepare for Vogel’s attack. But Trystan is fighting on two fronts, as the most despised and least trusted member of the guard. And Tierney’s bond with Erthia’s most powerful river has exposed a danger even more terrifying than the looming war.
Powerful magic and a deadly legacy combine for the most explosive twists yet in The Black Witch Chronicles!
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YOU BELONG TO ME BY SNOW WHITE BLOOD: TWISTED FAIRYTALE SONG

I adore a wonderful song with a beautiful video that tells a story, and if it's a bit dark, even better! And YOU BELONG TO ME by Snow White Blood  (feat. Danny Meyer & Stimmgewalt) has it all! I'm so obsessed! 

LYRICS
[Intro]:You belong to me
[Verse 1]:The jolly soundOf chiming bellsWhere has it gone?Now I’m a birdTrapped in your cageWhat have I done?And you say:
[Pre-Chorus]:I’m your prince –You better be my princessLie beside meGive me your sweet kissDon’t play coy, you want it too!I suffocate because of you
[Verse 2]:My little birdYour eyes revealYou’d fly away from meBut I always getThe things I wantThat’s what youFail to see, my dearAnd you say:
[Pre-Chorus]:I’m your prince –You bettеr be my princessLie bеside meGive me your sweet kissDon’t play coy, you want it too!I suffocate because of you
[Chorus]:But still, a glimmerOf hope remainsFinally, one dayWe will be okay……if you just obey me…if I try hard enough for you…You can’t escape ……and in the end, you’ll see……we will live in harmony…you belong to me
[Verse 3]:All that you’ve saidAll that you’ve done –Scars on my mindMy dear, you’re mineYet, I can’t goWhat if I’m wrong?Can’t leave you behindWe’re intertwined
[Pre-Chorus]:I’m your prince –You better be my princessLie beside meGive me your sweet kissDon’t play coy, you want it too!I suffocate because of you
[Chorus]:But still, a glimmerOf hope remainsFinally, one dayWe will be okay……if you just obey me…if I try hard enough for you…You can’t escape ……and in the end, you’ll see……we will live in harmony…you belong to me
But still, a glimmerOf hope remainsFinally, one dayWe will be okay……if you just obey me…if I try hard enough for you…You can’t escape ……and in the end, you’ll see……we will live in harmony…you belong to me
[Bridge]:Close your eyes to this disasterThey lived happily ever after
Close your eyes to this disasterThey lived happily ever after
Close your eyes to this disasterThey lived happily ever after
Close your eyes to this disasterThey lived happily ever after
[Outro]:You belong to meYou belong to meYou belong to meYou belong to meYou belong to meYou belong to meYou belong to meYou belong to me
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Anchored: Selkie prompt based short story.

I blinked at him, still not sure if it was a dream.Heavens know I have weird dreams all the time.I pinched my leg with my right hand, hidden under the table, blinked hard.Nope, there was still a surreally beautiful, silver-haired man with a small black velvet box in his hand, holding a ring with a blue stone.And everyone in the small café had noticed too. No sound of chatter or the clink of spoons in ceramic.“What?” I repeated. Because apparently, that was the only word I could remember.He swallowed, licked his lips, his beautiful, rosy lips--I shook my head. “Maybe I should have invited you to a coffee first before proposing,” he mused, an adorable flush settling on his pale cheeks.No, not adorable, dammit!He’d just proposed in the middle of a busy café to a complete stranger. He was probably mentally unhinged, and if an anxious disaster like me could tell, then that wasn’t very promising.“Say yes!” said one of the waiters, the kid faced lady that had given me free cookies the day before.Others echoed her, lifting their frothy cocoa mugs as if they were beer tankards and we were all toasting.Some look just as stunned, probably gawking at the man, at the silvery coat that seemed to glow even in the soft light of late afternoon coming through the windows. At his elegant six-foot frame and that face that seemed carved by an artist.I felt lightheaded.“I-I need air,” I said, getting up, almost stumbling with my clumsy feet as I rushed towards the glass door and pushed it, rushing across the cobbled street of the quiet little town and then running, not sure where.It’d been a long time since I’d literally run from a stressful situation, but I had a good excuse. I’d never been proposed by a stranger. A too-beautiful-to-be-real stranger.I stopped, hands bracing my knees as my lungs burned for air.Breathe, you idiot, I scolded myself.I did, gulping, salty, cool air, the beeping in my ears receding. The sound of waves crashing against stone helped as well, I matched my exhalations with every crash. Minutes later, no idea how many, I was able to stand straight, and overlook the imposing view of the ocean, beating against the cliff. The sun was setting, casting orange and purple light over the horizon. So beautiful that I forgot for a moment about how my face still burned and my hands were shaking.I knew the image would be forever imprinted in my mind, and even though it had been years since I’d painted, I wanted to render that sunset, even if I could never do it justice.“I’m sorry.” I froze, half turning towards the sound of that voice. Oh my gods, the loon had followed me.The edges of panic dulled by the sight of him, silver blond hair waving in the breeze, ocean eyes open, and kind and embarrassed. The sunset light made him look even more beautiful, something that should be impossible. His coat waved a bit on the wind and I felt compelled to touch it again.I clenched my hands.No, that was the reason why this mess had begun.I don’t approach people normally. But he’d not noticed when his coat had dropped from the back of his chair, too engrossed in the book he was reading. What if someone had stepped on it? So I’d swallowed the awkwardness and handed it to him, mesmerized by those eyes that managed to be gray, blue, and green all at once.And I was staring like a complete idiot again.“My sister did say that humans in this era might be a bit stunned with a marriage proposal so fast,” he said, head tilting slightly, a shy smile on his face.I let out a hysterical laugh. “Yeah, a bit. And what on earth did you mean by “getting married by human costumes as well”?”He blinked, something like apprehension flashing in his eyes. “I would explain right now, but I think you need some time,” he took a step closer and handed me my book and my blue wool coat, careful, waiting.I took a step forward and took my things, my fingers brushing against his for a moment. A warm current raced through my skin from only that minimal contact.“Do you mind if I accompany you? Perhaps invite you to have some dinner, since I didn’t allow you to enjoy your cocoa?” He requested, voice deep, but velvety, mesmerizing.I licked my parched lips, shook my head to clear my thoughts.Part of me wanted to say no, but hadn’t I come here, to this quaint little town that barely did show up in maps to be different?To learn how to let go and just exist, without worrying about things like being reasonable?And wasn’t spending time with a beautiful and mad stranger a good way to keep that promise to myself?He waited, no signs of wanting to rush me, and that helped me decide.“Okay,” I agreed. The blinding smile that stole his face made my heart race for an entirely different reason. “With one condition,” I amended. He approached one more step, leaving two feet between us but close enough for me to feel that warm, ocean, and mint scent that had made me want to sniff his coat the day before.“Anything you want,” he promised.I licked my lips. “No more marriage proposals tonight.”That made him laugh, a charming laugh that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. “No more marriage proposals tonight,” he vowed, stretching a hand towards me.I took it, expecting the warm and tingly feeling but still being shocked by it.His eyes met mine, a slow shy but pleased smile spreading across his face, and I knew he felt it, too.I blinked and looked away, breaking the daze before I did something reckless and uncharacteristic.And why had I added that ‘tonight’ instead of just banning marriage proposals in general? I wondered as he took us towards the path that led down the small hill.Ah yes, because I’d lost my mind.I risked a glance and met his eyes again, finding the same charming smile and echoing it with an awkward one.Who needed to reasonable anyway? 
© SELENE KALLAN 2020

 

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REVIEW OF THE SHADOW WAND BY LAURIE FOREST

THE SHADOW WAND BY LAURIE FOREST: REVIEW

SYNOPSIS

HER WORLD-ALTERING SECRET CAN’T BE HIDDEN MUCH LONGER
Elloren Gardner hides the most powerful secret in all Erthia—she is the Black Witch of Prophecy, and destined to triumph…or be used as the ultimate weapon of destruction.
Separated from everyone she loves, isolated and hunted, Elloren must turn to the last person she can trust—her fastmate, Commander Lukas Grey. With the Mage forces of Gardneria poised to conquer all of Erthia, Elloren has no choice but to ally with Lukas and combine their power to keep herself out of the hands of Gardnerian leader Marcus Vogel…the holder of the all-consuming Shadow Wand.
With just weeks to train to become a warrior, and no control over her magic, Elloren finds unexpected allies among those under orders to kill her. It’s time to step up. To fight back. And to forge onward through the most devastating loss yet.
REVIEW
Life never goes the way we want or imagine, and Elloren sure learns that. Hunted by the Vu Trin because she's too powerful and forced to go back to Gardneria to gather information and hide, she reunites with Lukas and learns of the death of someone precious to her. A lot happens in a short time and Elloren loses loved ones, and gains allies, sacrifices parts of herself, and also acquires new skills.
There are multiple POVs that widen the scope of the story. I enjoyed them a great deal. I'm usually not a fan. I'm usually mentally screaming "gimme my MC!!!" but Laurie knows how to trap you with new characters and also new ones that have interesting stories to tell. From a highly powerful mage who has his beliefs torn to pieces in front of him, to a brave, reckless young woman who would do anything for her small sibling, to a powerful fae, and Elloren's brother Trystan. I so love Trystan; his side of the story is heartbreaking and also full of self-discovery with a dash of steamy romantic potential.
If there's something Laurie excels at, is conveying emotion in such a raw way that I teared up several times. And romance. Complex, maddening, delirious romantic liaisons that are positively addictive.
The war has begun, and it's terrifying. Just when I thought I couldn't hate Marcus Vogel more than I did he got worse. Like 100 times worse. And Vyvian, that crazy bitch reached extra levels of wickedness.
Again, the parallels to some of the most chauvinistic ways of the Gardnerians with our world's bullshit ways are masterful. The way Gardnerians feel like they own the world, and want to set it on fire, and dominate other species because it says they are the superior beings in their little deranged book was eerily familiar.
There are also lots of action scenes. I looooooooooove me some actions scenes. And have I mentioned the kissing? There are lots of swoon-worthy scenes, too. I love how Laurie balances the horrors of a world divided and at war with very personal stories full of complex feelings and hard decisions.
Overall a sexy, action-packed, diverse adventure that makes one think about the injustices in our pseudo-modern prejudiced world while diving into a world ripe with magic, dragons, and powerful beings.
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The Veer Union - Living Not Alive (Official Video)

Amazing song obsession! I've had it on replay for hours, and it's helped me write several difficult scenes.



LIVING NOT ALIVE by The Veer UnionNow I know why, you couldn't breathe

Locked in a life that you can't leave

Now I know why you couldn't heal

Stuck in a world that you can't feel



In silence you are fading

Crumbling and breaking

Said that you're mistaken

But you're numb to what you need

Can someone rip you open?

And break what has been broken?

Before there's nothing left to bleed



You drift into the darkest skies

I can see the life leave your eyes

It's buried beneath your crooked grin

It's fighting to fuel the fire again

How to lose your hypnotize

Drowning in the taste of your lies

The star that would shine, now it dies within

You're lost in the life that you're living in



And I can see you're living

But you're not alive



The scars you're creating

Smiling and Faking

When will you awaken,

You succumb to the disease

Like a whisper in the weather

Nothing lasts forever



Now I know why, you couldn't breathe

You're locked in a life that you can't leave

Now I know why you couldn't heal

You're stuck in a world that you can't feel



You drift into the darkest skies

I can see the life leave your eyes

It's buried beneath your crooked grin

It's fighting to fuel the fire again

How to lose your hypnotize

Drowning in the taste of your lies

The star that would shine, now it dies within

You're lost in the life that you're living in



And I can see you're living

But you're not alive

But you're not alive



(You're not living!)



You drift into the darkest skies

I can see the life leave your eyes

It's buried beneath your crooked grin

It's fighting to fuel the fire again

How to lose your hypnotize

Drowning in the taste of your lies

The star that would shine, now it dies within

You're lost in the life that you're living in



And I can see you're living (Living!)

But you're not alive (Living!)

But you're not alive

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HER WORLD-ALTERING SECRET CAN’T BE HIDDEN MUCH LONGER

Elloren Gardner hides the most powerful secret in all Erthia—she is the Black Witch of Prophecy, and destined to triumph…or be used as the ultimate weapon of destruction.



Separated from everyone she loves, isolated and hunted, Elloren must turn to the last person she can trust—her fastmate, Commander Lukas Grey. With the Mage forces of Gardneria poised to conquer all of Erthia, Elloren has no choice but to ally with Lukas and combine their power to keep herself out of the hands of Gardnerian leader Marcus Vogel…the holder of the all-consuming Shadow Wand.



With just weeks to train to become a warrior, and no control over her magic, Elloren finds unexpected allies among those under orders to kill her. It’s time to step up. To fight back. And to forge onward through the most devastating loss yet.

Moonlight: Immortal Heritage 3 First Chapter.

MOONLIGHT Book 3 of my main Saga Immortal Heritage is days away from premiering! Enjoy the first chapter.

CHAPTER 1
DAHLIA
Night was falling. I looked out the bus window, not really seeing anything; my mind was still reeling with memories of what happened that afternoon. Despite my damp hoodie and jeans, I wasn’t cold. Nick had his arm around my shoulders, pressing me against his warm body. I ventured a look to his face, his skin was pale, hazel eyes lost. He was more numb than me; the rage had turned into shock.How else could he feel? To know his adoptive brother and cousin—David—had murdered the first girl he’d ever loved while almost killing me was bad enough. Things got worse when we discovered that his aunt—and adoptive mother—Sarah, had known the truth and hid it from him. And everything had gone to hell when his entire family had turned against me. Just because I am different.Well, maybe different is a bit of an understatement.A supernatural hybrid creature who feeds on the life-force and energy of others to survive would be more accurate. A succubus, half-vampire. That vampire half made Nick’s family want to tear me apart, quite literally since they were lycanthropes. Turns out movies weren’t that off. Some vampires and lycanthropes hate each other and make their life goal to chase and murder one another. One more testament to my rotten luck was that I had to run into 3 of them.It didn’t have to be that way, Nick was also a lycanthrope, and he had learned to accept me despite the prejudices. He’d seen me as a friend and not a monster. Together we had learned that most of what he believed about my kind were lies. Eventually, friendship and understanding had turned into something stronger, something dangerous for both of us and those I cared for—my human adoptive family, Jenna, Cassie, and Brian. Innocent to the reality of my true nature. What would Jenna think when days went by and I didn’t return home?The bus shook as it stopped; Nick straightened, blinking back into focus. His eyes looking for mine as the numbness faded, his emotions a turmoil much like mine. The other passengers were getting out of the bus. I squeezed his warm hand. “We should get going.”He swallowed hard and nodded, sliding his arm off my shoulders to take my hand and guide me to walk behind him. Always protecting me, even though he was fully aware of my powers. “Wait,” I said. The smell of smog and the noise of the vehicles welcomed us as we stepped outside. “We should walk to the train station.”He turned to me, his athletic 6-foot-3 frame towering over me. “I don’t have enough cash with me to pay for train tickets.”I felt his anger and shame when admitting that. We had run away with nothing more than our mud-stained clothes and barely enough money to pay for the bus ride.“I know,” I assured him. “I have a bag with some cash and clothes stashed in the train station.”He nodded, and we made our way through the busy streets. His nervous vigilance of our surroundings echoed mine through our tangled fingers. I was an Empath, able to sense the moods and intentions of anyone around me; touch amplified that power. One of my several powers.“Where were you planning to go?” I asked, hating the silence. His mouth twitched. “I hadn’t planned that far ahead, to be honest. I just feel… restless.” He looked at me, attempting a faint smile. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”My smile faltered too. We walked hastily to the train station. The buzz of the many emotions surrounding me made me uneasy. I hated crowded places with a passion. The inside of the station was worse than the streets, and my stomach knotted. Nick let go of my hand, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly, allowing me to lead the way.He stood beside me vigilantly while I fidgeted with the combination to open the locker. I felt sweet relief when I saw my bag there, as I had left it. Many months before I had considered running away, leaving my adoptive family behind—fearing to hurt them. But something had stopped me, and I had stayed in the small town of Lakeport with them. “Ready,” I said once I had retrieved my belongings.Nick nodded, leading us outside with his hand in mine. His uncertainty and despair echoed mine, rising and falling like waves in the ocean.“I think it might be a good idea to rest,” he said. We stood on the sidewalk moving aside from the crowded entrance. “We need to clear our heads.”“Just what I was thinking,” I admitted. “We can check into a hotel nearby and get a shower and some sleep.”“How are you feeling? I should have asked before,” Nick whispered, taking my chin in his hand. He examined my right cheekbone, the one that had David had cracked a few hours before. An involuntary shiver ran through me as I remembered how David had kicked me until several of my ribs broke. “Completely healed.”Nick cocked a brow. “Dahlia.”I sighed, he knew me too well for my sake. “A minor discomfort, nothing I can’t handle.” He traced his thumb on my chin, and the world disappeared from sight. He had chosen me over his family, risked his life to save me. I had only one word for the feeling that bubbled between us, overpowering the raging fears and concern. He leaned forward and pressed his warm lips on my forehead. “Let’s go.” His warm breath tickled over my cool skin as I looked up at him. “Okay.”***
The receptionist had given us a once over until I paid in cash. The hotel wasn’t exactly fancy, but it was good, and we looked like hell. The cream-colored room was simple, with two single beds, a bathroom, and a window instead of a balcony. I dropped the bag on the bed near the door.“Take the one further from the door,” Nick said. “Just in case.”Just in case a bunch of crazy lycans tried to kill us.“Okay,” I moved to the other bed and opened the bag, offering him one of my oversize hoodies.He took it, looking at his green, mud-stained shirt. “Thanks.”“You go first,” I suggested pointing to the bathroom. He agreed wordlessly and closed the bathroom door behind him.I let myself fall back on the bed, closing my eyes as I expanded my senses, looking for impending danger. I regretted it when my empathy amplified more than usual, giving me more information than necessary. A depressed female presence, a couple having sex, guilty sex at that which led me to believe they were having an affair. Satisfied with knowing there was no danger, and disturbed by the sharpening of my power, I willed myself to focus back on us. My heart raced as I felt Nick’s anger and sorrow reach new levels.


NICK
The warm water did little to ease my tense muscles. Every time I closed my eyes, flashes of memories I’d try to bury for months clouded my thoughts. Katie, the human girl I had loved broken and dead in my arms, David’s disdainful smile when I was mourning her at the funeral. His petty commentaries about how I needed to get over it. And worse than that, Sarah echoing the same, trying to force me to forget Katie, knowing her own son had killed her.I restrained myself from hitting the tile wall, knowing I would end up making a hole in it. How could Sarah do that? A woman I had considered a mother. How could both she and Cal let David get away with murdering a 16-year-old girl? Why was David so hellbent on killing those I love? If I hadn’t pulled him off Dahlia early that afternoon… Dahlia was strong, and a decent fighter, but not a match for a lycanthrope with years of training and brutal strength. Not even I was a match for David. We took him down together; I doubted we could’ve done so separately. “We will have plenty of time to kill it,” Sarah had snarled, referring to Dahlia. Never. I would rather die right than before allowing them to hurt her. I did my best to wash the green shirt in the sink. Putting on my black jeans and Dahlia’s black hoodie before stepping out. She was sitting on the bed waiting for me, her sapphire eyes wide with worry. With her usual fluid moves, she got up and walked to stand in front of me. I pulled her close, resting my chin on the top of her head. She sighed against my chest. The pain eased when I held her in my arms, my heartbeat synchronizing with hers. The only one I could trust, my only friend.“I’m sorry,” she said. Her melodic voice breaking. I took her chin, prodding her to her look at me. “This is not your fault, it’s theirs and no one else’s.”Her elegant features contorted in sadness. She nodded and moved to get some clothes out of her black bag before entering the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair, sitting on the bed by the door. What were we going to do? Where would we be safe? We couldn’t go too far, we needed to make sure Dahlia’s very human adoptive family remained safe.My eyes landed on Dahlia’s bag, wondering what she had stored there.“Go ahead, have a look,” came her voice from the shower. I felt a smile tug on my lips. Her empathy made it difficult to hide anything. It was almost as good as if she could read my mind.There were some clothes, a taser, and a pair of black tennis shoes in the biggest pocket. I opened the next zipper and my jaw dropped when I saw the amount of cash stored there. “Did you rob a bank?” I half-joked.“Not exactly,” she replied, the water was still running. “It’s only a minor part of what mom left for me.”The grief was clear as day in her voice. Her mother had died a few years back in a car crash; Dahlia would have died too if it weren’t for her vampire side.Her immortal heritage.Eager to distract myself, I counted the money; she’d tied with elastic bands in thick rolls. Different denominations. A little over $50.000.“What did your mother do for a living?” I mused, she heard me nevertheless. The shower was turned off now. “She was an artist, drawing, painting, she also wrote her own music.”I lifted my head as the door opened. Dahlia was drying her short dark hair with a towel, her eyes glazed and sad. “She also gave music lessons, persuading even the less invested kids to learn to play the piano,” her full lips lifted in a sad smile. “She made time to volunteer in a dog shelter.”She shook her head, closing the bathroom door to sit beside me. “Being honest, I don’t know where the money came from, family inheritance was the answer I got the few times I asked.”I closed the bag, tossing it by the nightstand; wrapping my arm around her waist. She leaned against my shoulder with a lengthy sigh. “I can’t help but wonder if Jenna and the kids are safe. What if your family doesn’t buy your threat?”To keep Dahlia and her adoptive family safe, I’d threatened Cal, Sarah, and David with contacting the Jaeger—human lunatics who hunt down supernatural beings in the name of protecting humans from “demons”. A load of shit they made up centuries ago to feel better about being murderers. I moved a lock of her hair behind her ear, the blonde roots were showing. “Cal and Sarah know I can find the hunters, there’s a sizeable group of them camouflaged as a religious congregation. One call to the hunters pretending I’m a scared human, and they’re screwed.”“Have you ever ran into one of them?” Dahlia asked, searching for my eyes.I swallowed, a shower of memories making way in my already troubled mind. “Yes. A group of those bastards tried to kill my real parents once. Others succeeded.”Dahlia gasped, her eyes widening.“We were living in this tiny village in the middle of the forest, a few human families who worked on woodcutting like father lived nearby.” Rage bubbled up, remembering. “They didn’t care if the humans fell to, they burned much of the forest and the homes trying to get us. Mom and dad stopped them and save the families. But it was awful.”I felt Dahlia’s anger echo mine. “I’m so sorry. How old were you?”I sighed. “3, it was one year before they died.”Dahlia blinked, her brow furrowing. “I can remember with full clarity things that happened when I was 1-year-old, a supernatural trait I assume?”I nodded, her eyes questioning, I knew what she didn’t want to ask aloud. “One year later the hunters killed them. In front of me. Sarah, Cal and the others saved me, but didn’t get there in time to save them.”She caressed my cheek. There was no need for words. She tried and failed to stifle a yawn; I followed.“Off to bed, you need to rest.”“So do you,” she replied.I shook my head. “I should stand guard.”She pursed her lips. “I don’t think it’s necessary. If something is off, I’ll feel it even in my sleep.”I was going to argue, but she cut me off. “You need to sleep too.”She was right; I was more tired than usual and slightly sore. A sign that soon I would go through the change, becoming a complete lycanthrope. A thought I didn’t want to dwell on.“Okay,” I relented. We got up, she slid inside the covers. I tucked her in.She blushed, biting her lip. “Nick? I don’t want to sleep alone.”“Me neither,” I confessed. I turned the lights off, Dahlia’s eyes slightly shining in the darkness. I got under the covers, her head resting on my shoulder, my arm around her waist.“Goodnight,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head.“Goodnight,” she whispered, placing her arm across my stomach.______________________________________________________©Selene Kallan, 2020

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