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“If we’re already damned like you claim we are,” he says low and dark, fingers digging into my cheeks. His face is serious but the corner of his mouth curls into a bitter smile. “Then killing you is not how I want to meet my death.”
And here we are now. At the very crescendo of our forbidden dance. A dance macabre, where even the threat of our own deaths did not stop us.
I kiss her with such desperation that it’s almost as if her breath, her very air, is what I need to survive. I kiss her like this might be our last.
She can’t run from me forever. I will chase her into the very depths of our terrible demise if I need to. I will always catch her. I will always find her.
