Chapter Fourteen

XIV–Blood is thicker than water


That went well, Alastor thought sulkily, dropping face-first on the ridiculously large bed in his too-quiet hotel room, curling in on himself until he was wrapped around the blankets from head to toe like a burrito, a sad burrito, half-wanting to disappear from the face of the earth and never be found again.

The sun has already risen when he got back to his hotel room but the coldness growing within him made it impossible to register the warmth when he felt like he was being followed by a storm cloud.


Even his thoughts are so fucking depressing!

He was aware he probably looked like he had been mugged with his disheveled state, uncarin

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