Thank you, Anita, thank you. I closed my eyes. How can I trust you? Maybe you can't, but what choice do you have? I felt his power then, like water filling the room. Probably, I said.
The sensation of him sliding his cold body between us, and how we moved in our sleep, waking slowly to his hands on our bodies. Water running in the bathroom. I'm always nice, I said. Requiem pushed through, and the circle flared.
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