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Chapter Sixteen
XVI – I don't wanna live forever
ALASTOR NYX:
Alastor's eyes slowly went wide.
He looked just as surprised as her and he blinked not only once but twice before wrenching himself away from her arms even though a part of him screeched at being torn apart from his mate without a warning… while a larger part of him was completely horrified at what he just said, how desperate he sounded.
Horrified, alright?
Horrified, I tell you!
“Wait Winters, it's not what you think, I wasn't threatening to off myself! I didn't mean it to sound like that, I just...” he waved his hands helplessly about, “I just–well, you know, you're from the under
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