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It is not a choice to be stupid, though I gave my best efforts to be sympathetic.
Personal pleasures were like drying flowers, best kept away from the light to preserve their vibrance.
There was a flash of angelic blond hair, and those pale, dead eyes narrowed on me. The last thing I saw was my needle slashing his cheek before the back of my head met the sharp step of the staircase.
Believe me when I say this woman gave me butterflies in my stomach. Though that might just be internal bleeding. Either way, she had charmed me.
How arrogant, the way he was so comfortable in a place he did not belong. Typical of a man.
“What if I decided to pursue you in bad faith?” He cocked his head to the side. “I can’t help it. Don’t get mad at a Windhound for chasing something that runs.”
“I hope you will wear something nicer next time. I like it when my meals come with those pretty little garnishes.”
I would have strung them with hair from my last grand gesture, but I thought using yours would do perfectly well, a more personal touch. —Silas
“You have front and rear accessory fangs. Like some sort of cross between a Viperidae and Colubridae,”
He left a soft kiss on my pulsing artery, so gentle that I may have even mistaken him for a lover.
I wanted to devour her until there was nothing left, until she was just a shaking, pathetic mess in my arms.
When I closed my eyes, I envisioned that sweet spice that would flood my senses, her thick black hair tangled around my fingers, those blue eyes wide with terror…
She has cursed me, vile witch!
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I would much rather make all the excuses in the world to see you,”
“No need to burden yourself with such a heavy box! You should be resting instead of doing heavy work,”
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