The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

“Guess we’ll see what kind of girl you are tonight.”

Hehehe

But I was still human, and now that I wasn’t getting my guts rearranged by the monsters I was hopelessly in love with, my body ached.

Bruh hahaha

We hurt you? Marius asked. His concern echoed in my chest. No. But I’m also not used to twelve-hour sex marathons. I’ll be fine.

Thats insane

With the way Désirée and the cast already felt about me, I didn’t want them to think that I was being a diva. A near silent growl came through the stone, and in the new place where I felt them, all three of them became stern. Loving, but unyielding. Better a diva than dead, baby.

Oooff

Christine collapsed in the center of us. “What the fuck just happened?” Alex dropped next to Christine. “Christine?” His fingers touched her neck, and he swore. “She doesn’t have a pulse. Christine. Hold on mon petit etoile.”

Aaaww

“Come on, baby girl. Open your eyes for me.”

My heart

“Where are you going?” Smiling, I kissed her quickly. “Hunting.”

Yyyeeessss

We moved the way we used to, perfectly in sync, the gargoyles that the very earth recognized as kings.

Oh my GOD

Finally, she smiled. “I never thought I’d be relieved to be dead.” “Are you sure?” I asked. She nodded. “I’m sure. I love to sing. I love to dance. I love to perform. But I can live without it. I hate being famous. I’d rather travel the world with you. Sing in places where only you can hear me.”

Aaaaawww