Ghost

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It starts off with a low growl that intensifies to a roar, and then whatever little scrap of control he was hanging onto? It doesn’t just snap. It disintegrates. As if it never was even there. And he’s falling, falling… Sinking deep inside me, right down to the hilt. And I’m flying.
Exiled (Unlucky 13, #11)
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