“I push away from him, my body crying out at the sudden distance between us. My siren batters against the walls of her cage, and my control on her is slipping. “I’d take you right out here, right where anyone might find us, just as my ancestors used to do.” Jesus, that is dirty. He circles around to the front of me, one side of his mouth curves up. “I would want them to find us, to see me claiming you.”
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Laura Thalassa,
A Strange Hymn