Either you're getting funnier, or it's fucking late. I want to go home and hug my wife and kids before they go off to school and work. You, he said. I started to turn my head back so I could see his face, but Requiem's hand tightened, and I couldn't move.
Damian grabbed Nathaniel's arm, and that one touch was enough. The stuff of nightmares. He was exactly my height. No one's good with this kind of pain, but men seem especially bad at it.
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