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157 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 13, 2018
“Silas…”
“Please don’t forget me…”
“I promise,” she breathed. “I will never, ever forget you.”
When he didn’t respond, Ivie took his palm and placed it over her heart. “Here. You will be here.”
“I’ll try to come back to you,” he mumbled. “In your dreams…I’ll come find you…in your dreams…love…you…dearest…Ivie…”
“I brought you some coffee.”…. the fact that the healer himself had thought to bring her something? She was amazed at the gesture.
“I don’t have time to waste. And instead of finding out what things look like, I want to know what they feel like.”
“Only with you, dearest Ivie. Only with you.”
Until you walked this path and tried to measure the sliding scale of Hell, you had no clue what it was like.
"I loved the way you looked at me when I touched you, kissed you, was inside you. In those moments, I was who I used to be.”
With a tremendous hiss, he bared his canines and bit her neck hard, the pain lancing through her body and translating into pure pleasure by the time it reached her core.
“The details of size and shape don’t matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.”
“I don’t have time to waste. And instead of finding out what things look like, I want to know what they feel like.”
“It doesn’t matter what you look like.” He lifted his head and stared at her. “The details of size and shape don’t matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.”
“Shut up and get into me.” He didn’t require any more urging than that. With a tremendous hiss, he bared his canines and bit her neck hard, the pain lancing through her body and translating into pure pleasure by the time it reached her core.”
“Ivie froze at the sound of the deep, low voice. Later, much later, she would remember most clearly not the moment she looked into his eyes, but rather the split second before she did.”
Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We’re talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table.”