His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?
Lilith SaintcrowHe'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why. Wow. Oh wow.
Lilith SaintcrowDon't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.
Lilith SaintcrowCome take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.
Lilith SaintcrowZombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you havenโt been hunting things on the dark side of the world. Itโs a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. Itโs road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.
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