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empty home, a somber contrast

into a semblance of norm

how cozy space, was empty. A great, streamlined TV scree

ntle hum of voices. The anchor was discu

several pots on a gleaming counter and settled

eared on the bott

r voice stretched tight wi

began, "Global meteorological and astronomical expert

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ve popu

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words rolled: "LUNAR SURGE: G

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and "rare genetic markers" meant.

with four men losing their minds, and there was no known cure

. And I was squarely in it

ribcage. I had come here scared of monsters, and now the world was

? I don't know if I had

orning had slipped by in my room,

than usual. "We're going out. Figur

I found them all in the sitt

?" I asked, trying

h excitement. "The cinema! Th

aze uttered trying hard not to sound so grateful. But his gaze held

f annoyance creeping into my voice. I loved that they considered me

. "Let's just say you were a key piece in a very p

of a normal night out, even with these certainl

ir, and the soft murmur of excited speech exactly the ki

and Milo at my right, Blaze and Rhys at my left si

he dramatic score. The screen flashed and an imposing message il

t through the audience. Meanwhile, a cacopho

y pocket, pounding against me. Watching others searchi

ttered to myself, a knot

anning the panicky throng. "I think its the

erday was true? And that mea

s voice was icy, his hand alr

We pushed through the throng with a chilling purpose, their

e. Even if I wanted to say s

nd the apocalyptic news broadcasts now blasting from the radio, re

.

after some momen

den

ing, lethal scent of wild earth and sweet, feral male_hands, incredibly strong but incred

hrough me, a rough moan of hunger and overwhelm

, made their way down my shoulder, then lower, drawing out

to my belly, sparking a raw, spreading heat between my legs. My nigh

to a sharp gasp. I arched, pushing back against the divine touch, famished for

nding pleasure that built and built, until a wave of breath-robb

rt, a gagged gasp te

led taut, the lingering waves of an over

rasping, with a lingering aft

ets beneath me dampen

the line of my hip, then further down,

to the cold air and the stealthy touch. But my

pan

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uck me, erasing the last

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mind s

m had snuck in h