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Chapter Fouteen

New York, 2018.

The odor of rotting flesh made its way up to my nose again, as I knew right away I’d be in one of my nightmares. Chills would crawl all over my skin and I’d break out in a sweat, once I started hearing the screams and moans of dying people, making me shiver in agony to see all those decayed corpses falling around me. In the middle of those flying debris and dust there he was, dominating the battlefield, undaunted and powerful, staring straight at me with those forest green eyes, behind all that I saw the weight of the world, and his decisions heavy on his shoulders.

I didn’t know who he was, and I was sure he gave me the creeps with such intense gaze upon me, but also something else I didn’t know how to explain as my soul longed for him somehow. How many times in the middle of my nightmares he took me in his arms appeasing my distress, and it felt so right! How did you explain longing for a person who is a figment of your crazy mind? A barbarian, for Christ’s sake! Gos
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