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Even if she’s never home, there’s always a roof over my head and food in the cupboards. It may be sparse some days, but it’s there all the same.
His voice is the same crisp ice I remember in my nightmares. The only thing different about him is the scar across his chin and the gray peppering his temples. “Abel,” I croak
“I was raised in Shadowmoor, in the pits of Hell. What would you know about how I was raised? You weren't there, Papa! Now, where is Mama?”
inquisitive onyx eyes meet mine. He tucks his black hair behind his ear as he purses his lips.
“I’m Zane, this is Creed, Eldon, and Brax,” he introduces, waving his finger at his friends too. Creed is Mr. Quiet with the onyx eyes, Eldon with the wicked grin, and Brax the muscle man.
rooming with four hot guys, all in their own right, who have chiseled abs, defined Vs trailing down beneath their waistbands, and tight asses. I’m so screwed.
Flecks of gray tint his otherwise dark hair and the stubble on his cheeks is at least a day old.

