“Keep it… between us,” Mikhail said, his voice a soft, intimate whisper. “The others need not know.” Severn’s blank expression twitched. Oh how he despised this monster and dreamed night after night of killing him in all ways, but he too was not immune to Mikhail’s power or the starved reach of Severn’s own ability. Keeping his eyes closed and his head down, he funneled his thoughts away from how Mikhail stroked his jaw and of how that simple touch felt like something he could pull inside him and devour and poured it all into maintaining his illusion. An illusion built on lies, built on bones,
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