Marcus pointed at them, trying to summon the voice that had frightened waiters, clerks, and me. “You can’t come into my house.” Dante laughed softly. “Your house?” Nico opened the … Continue reading PART2: He sl:apped me so hard my lip bl:ed, just because I asked where he was last night. At dawn, I quietly cooked a massive Southern feast and laid out the silver cutlery. “That’s a good wife,”
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