He didn’t react, as was usual with him.
He also didn’t look into her eyes, which was unusual.
He just turned on his heel and headed towards his huge vehicle, the rain pelting down on his imposing figure in the utter night, after kissing the breath out of her.
‘I get my mouth on you, you’ll never be the same.’
His words came back to her. He’d been right.
Morana looked down at the gun he’d picked up for her and handed back to her.
She’d wanted something. He’d given it to her, in a way only he could. He’d not uttered a word. But he’d made his choice. So had she.
Taking a deep breath in, Morana swallowed, stepping forward.
And she followed him into the dark.
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To be continued in The Reaper, coming in July 2020.
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