9 جزء
undefined أجزاء مستمرة للبالغينThe Nevermore courtyard was eerily silent, frost clinging to the edges of Enid's pastel sweater as she clutched the torn edges of a letter. The ink had bled from rain-Wednesday's precise, razor-sharp script now smudged into ghosts of words.
"By the time you read this, I'll be across the continent."
Enid's claws unsheathed, puncturing the paper. She could still smell the faint trace of Wednesday's bergamot and gunpowder scent on it.
Flashback: Three nights prior.
Wednesday had pinned her against the velvet drapes of their dorm, fingers tangled in Enid's gold-streaked hair. "Listen to me, cara mia," she'd hissed, breath hot against Enid's throat. "If they come for me, you run. You live."
Enid had laughed, sharp and broken. "You're such a hypocrite. You'd burn the world for me but won't let me-"
Wednesday silenced her with a kiss that tasted like blood and desperation.
Present.
Enid's phone buzzed-a new message from an unknown number. A single lyric from that song they'd slow-danced to in the crypts:
"Baby, I would die for you, yeah."
The werewolf bared her fangs at the full moon.
"Oh, mon petit cauchemar," she whispered to the wind. "You idiot. I'm coming to die with you."
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Note: This collection contains adult themes, including smutty encounters, angsty emotions and tender moments. Recommended for mature readers only.
