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As I pulled Corey's magic closer around me to steady myself, I felt my glamour flicker and die.
The men gasped at the sight of my mottled flesh. One of them even managed to drop his gun to the floor before retching. It was, to saw the least, borderline offensive. I wasn't nearly as toxic looking as that thing that was standing before me.

"I know I told you that I was thirty, but George, you were going through enough changes; you didn't need anymore surprises. I'm a banshee, George, one of the Immortal fae. I've been traversing between the Other Place and Above since Florida belonged to Spain." I didn't need to do any mental calculations in my head. Translation: your ex-girlfriend is old as fuck.

"Gotta go, talk to you later." I snatched my black, leather purse (the most conservative one I owned) from the top of the dresser and bolted away from the two biggest sources of confusion I currently had in my life. That was a tall order to fill, considering I was a zombie who'd just come back from a world full of death-crazed faeries.
Love sucks.

Shit, damn, fuck, I cursed. Everything I had done tonight had been on impulse, without consideration that anything bad might happen. Maybe I wasn't an anomaly among zombies; I certainly wasn't using anything that resembled brain function.

Didn't held my attention for long, just a few chapters read. Not my kind of story, I guess...

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