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Just a sip.
That was all it took for Felix to fall under Oliver’s influence. Besides, if Oliver couldn’t have a happy ending, then he'd take it for himself.
“You know nothing about me.”
“Clearly.” The word was meant to be harsh, but the sedative slurred the word, Felix’s beautiful eyes drooping.
“You should’ve left it alone. You should've never gone digging.” Oliver stepped back when Felix stumbled.
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Torn between protecting Greta from afar and having her by his side, Brahms is forced to make a decision when they are snowed in… along with Malcolm.
Pain and indecision split him in half. His heart was a poor, wilted clump of muscle — collateral damage in her whimsical decisions. And his ignorance.
How ironic he’d painted her as the naive one, but who was standing there with their heart broken? Maybe his parents were right — someone like him didn’t deserve love, to be loved. Instead, he was destined to always watch… to observe from the sidelines.
It was a curse he’d wish on no one.
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After Greta leaves, Brahms is left to pick up his shattered pieces alone... or so he thinks.
Brahms would have to be timid at first, not wanting to scare away his new friend — not wanting things to end the same way it did with Greta.
No, he’d learned from his mistakes, it wouldn’t happen again. This time he’d be perfect. A good boy, one who deserved all the goodnight kisses.
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Liana desperately tries to resist the demon who has made his way into her church... and her mind.
Monster. Human.
Predator. Prey.
She didn't get a chance to finish, his quick movement cutting her off. A sigh of relief almost fell from her lips when he broke eye contact, leaning in to place a kiss on her neck. Her solace was disrupted when she felt his lips part, his hot tongue running over her fluttering pulse. And it was no longer human.
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Liana may have freed more than a friendly ghost when exploring the graveyard...
“Don’t look so disappointed, Liana. Churches don’t affect me.” Another step backward, her feet mirroring his as he shuffled in farther. “But you, on the other hand…”
Her brain was screaming at her, begging her to break free of his hold, but she couldn’t. His touch carried a weight of its own, keeping her hostage within her own body. A body he was now controlling for his own benefit.