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“Thinking is for top hats and cats with monocles,” I reminded him. “It isn’t my thinker that fell for her – it’s my thumper.”
Blue means poo.
“Never run from open hearts and wide arms.”
“You don’t seem like a man who keeps his demons locked up,” she teased. I leaned down to speak into her ear. “The darkest ones lay deep. That’s the risk, pretty one. If you want to dance with the devils in me, be ready to face the worst my soul has to offer. It’s where the predator inside me waits, where the reaper within sits with patience, where the hungriest pieces of me await their next meal.”
“You denied death my soul,” I breathed. “It wasn’t death’s to take,” she said, her lips finding mine again. “You are my mate.”
