Tear my flesh, drown my soul [ON HOLD]

It's the ancient tale of the Lenvor clan curse that torments every sixth generation of female from the Lenvor bloodline. Exactly what this curse entails can only time reveal, until then it's only fair to presume the absolute worst.

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"I'm dead and you can't kill someone who is already dead." He laughed and looked at me as if I was already supposed to know such basic information.

"Then how are you breathing?" I asked and in the moment I was curious as to how he was functioning, so curious that I overlooked his exact statement.

"I don't understand." I truly didn't. How was he functioning like a regular human being if his heart wasn't working, or as he claimed wasn't there.

"You know that one quote, even death has a heart, that's not true." He snickered at what I only assumed was a joke. I pulled back my hand regretting touching him. Why did I allow myself to be in such a vulnerable position, he could easily take me down with the few inches I was standing apart from him.