basket with a hot meal-stew, fresh bread, a thermos of coffee-and drove my truck out towards
barn a little ways off the main path. I parked and walked towards it, the smell of hay and old wood
nside. There, in a pile of hay, were Ethan and Jennifer. They were trespa
here?" I demanded, s
hriek. Ethan got to his feet, his face a mask of fur
" I said, my voice level. "
en we're ready,
racticed, manipulative whimp
oved me hard. I stumbled back, losing my grip on the basket. The hot stew and c
e'd brought, no doubt, part of his disgusting "stud" offer. He snatched it up. "Is this what you want so
my late grandmother. Before I could react, he lunged, ripped it from my neck
nk of your family
tated. Just then, the sound of a truck engine cut through
crying and burned; Ethan, panting with
moving quickly. He gently peeled the hot, soaked fabric of my shirt away from my skin, his touch
expression of pure, cold
e grabbed Jennifer's hand and pulled h
nyone else in two lifetimes. He led me to his cabin to tend to my burns. As he gently
voice raw and vuln
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