He digs the knife into my arm, painfully deep. I cry out and as I lift my head to scream out to the moon goddess, we make eye contact. We both are so shocked by what's happened, that we momentarily forget that there is a knife in my arm. And that my mate put it in. Once my subconscious catches up to me, I cry out agai...
(Book One of the The DEATH series) Running...that's what she was doing. Known to always do. She wasn't strong. Far from it, but she was fast at picking pace and getting far away from hell. And it wasn't much different than what she was doing now. ⚠ [Mature content will be present. Read at your own discretion] ⚠