The First Cursed

The First Cursed

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"Just remember, if this goes south real fast, you were the one who went with it." "And when it doesn't?" "Then it's all on me." When a very unexpected surprise arrives on Tristan and Ryden's doorstep in the form of two police officers and two nieces they had no idea existed, it's quite a shock to the system. Faced with looking after the twins in a world where they can't even count on being alive tomorrow, they go with it - family is family, after all. Of course, when their decision has monstrous and sometimes hellish consequences, their family is pulled every which way, the bonds tested and strained. Can old friendships and family be counted on? Or does immortality make for a terminal case of nostalgia?
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"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

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