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July 6, 2023 - April 11, 2025
six foot one with curly brown hair and hazelnut eyes, thirty-five-year-old Garrett was storybook handsome, strong and soft and sweet around the edges,
“The killer knew how tall, how heavy and wide Lumen was. They also encased him in some of the most beautiful furniture I have ever seen, a piece Brett Lumen himself would strive to produce. A furniture designer entombed in the works he loved most.”
Death was a cruel and intoxicating master, enslaving not only its victims but also the living caught in its wake.
Sometimes life was cruel for cruelty’s sake.
Fucking facts
She was all darkness, and he was her light. She dwelled among the demons, but his smile was a gift from the angels.
Life is short. It is beautiful and fragile.”
Cerberus twisted his neck and caught sight of Vera, and a low menace escaped his throat. He lowered his stance, his growl rumbling his ribs,
Callinv it now shes a monster and the bad guy. Dogs know
“Love is scary. Life is scary,”
“Don’t let your past keep you from a good thing.
Between the raw sex appeal of Eamon’s terror and Garrett’s heartfelt confession, she needed the safety of the one man in her life that didn’t fuel her anxiety.
Honestly men < dogs
Brett Lumen had been carved into a chandelier, turned into the furniture he cherished. Emily had been shaped into a spoon to stir the life-sized mug of coffee, becoming one with the liquid she claimed flowed through her veins instead of blood.
“Detective Emerson?” She should ignore him. She shouldn’t respond, but his orbit was impossible to escape, to resist, and Bel turned to face his hell black eyes. “Be careful.” He smirked, showing off those beautifully sharp teeth. “You never know what kind of predators are out here.”
she couldn’t shake the feeling that despite the fear he inspired, there was an aura of safety surrounding him. She did not doubt that his skin contained a monster, but it was as if he was the king of the darkness, and no evil would dare challenge his dominance. Bel knew she was not safe from Eamon Stone, but when she stood within his grasp, he would protect her from the demons fighting for her soul.
“But I can assure you, Detective, I may be evil, but I am not the evil you’re hunting.”
Isobel Emerson was his. Not Vera’s. Not Garrett’s. Not this town’s. His.
“You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” Bel froze as Eamon’s powerful voice echoed through the house, booming off the walls and slicing into her nerves. “You can’t hide from me, Detective. I can smell you.”
Bel knew adopting him hadn’t been an accident. No one at that shelter had wanted the black pitbull with the cropped ears and the meaty face. She used to pity him for his abandonment, but now she realized her pity had been misguided. He hadn’t been abandoned. He had simply been waiting for her.
“You’re a part of me now, and I will always be able to sense you. I can no more leave you than I could stop the sun from rising. No matter how far you flee, I will feel you. I cannot abandon you to suffer this life’s dangers. You are mine to protect.”
“You’re one of the few people in this world to see me for who I am. I won’t hide from you, Isobel Emerson.”
