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by
Aura Hayes
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August 23 - August 27, 2025
Not sure what that says about me, but at three-hundred-years-old murder at least keeps life interesting.
Besides, I don’t like blood unless I’m drinking it. Even then I’m a picky bitch.
And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.
“I think...” His humerus bone snaps under my shoe. “...that I don’t want a filthy creature like you...” His fingers crunch with ease in my hand. “...touching what belongs to me.”
“A divine angel like her is a blessing to the eyes and you are nothing but lowly trash unworthy of looking upon her,”
I look around, still taking it all in. I’ve never had someone care enough about me to go to this much trouble. “I can’t believe you did all this. How did you do this? It’s extraordinary.” He puffs out his chest under my praise. “Nothing is too much when it comes to you.”
Celine. My mate. This can’t be the end. She doesn’t know how big of a dick I have yet. I’m going to die and she doesn’t even know. This is the worst.
“Please, don’t be afraid of me. Don’t pull away.” His baritone voice cracks, breaking my heart. “I can’t stand it.”
“You never know when your last I love you is, so sprinkle them around like confetti.”