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155: And We Love Each Other

Author: Gold Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-28 16:04:01

Ivy's POV

I woke to the thick scent of old blood and smoke clinging to the air like rot. My head pounded with a deep, pulsing ache, and my wrists throbbed where rough rope bit into raw skin.

The stone beneath me was freezing, sucking the warmth from my body as if the floor itself wanted to consume me. Every bone, every muscle felt bruised, like I’d been tossed down a mountain and left for dead.

I blinked hard, trying to force my vision to focus.

Candlelight flickered around me in a loose, eerie circle. Shadows danced along the walls, and the walls carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. But they looked ancient. This wasn’t just some hideout.

This was a shrine.

And then I saw him.

Jeremy stood a few feet away, his back turned, shirtless and barefoot, wearing nothing but a thin black cloth wrapped low around his hips. His skin glistened with sweat, and his muscles were tense.

Even before he turned, I knew it was him. I could feel the wrongness in the air, the madness radiating from him
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