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Echos in the Night

Andromeda_Clearwater

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Parts 15
Time 1h 31m

Reads 106
Votes 3
Parts 15
Time 1h 31m

Andromeda_Clearwater

Mature

Every so often, when she let her gaze wander, she caught his. His whiskey glass glinted under the low lights, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Watching. Always watching.
When Zeek got too impatient, too cruel, and ultimately ruined the night, she let him tug her toward the exit, casting one last glance back. Morgan was still seated at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He didn't try to stop her.
 
But as she stepped out into the chilly Glasgow air, she knew this wasn't the last time she'd see him.All Rights Reserved

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