The Shadow Dancer
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Last published Mon, Aug 18, 2014
Westria is made of three worlds: Upper, Between and Under. In Upper lives the beings of light. In Under lives beings of darkness. Between is home to humans.
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He watched me wearily as I stepped closer to him.
"What do you want from me?"
I smiled softly and laid my hand on his bruised chest.
"I want you, of course."
He frowned, confused.
"Me?"
I stroked the area of his skin that was just above his heart and was the place that his soul was attached to.
"Yes, I want you."
I cocked my head to the side.
"Or more specifically," I whispered seductively into his ear.
" Your soul."
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Okay so, there is going to be some cursing. Or maybe a lot.
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