“I don’t get it, what…”“No, listen. I can’t stay here, I need to leave. I hurt her…”“What…!”“Richfield, listen to me!” he pushes his anger down and listens.“I hurt her, that’s the only way I could leave without her bond taking over. My absence is going to hurt her more, but it is for the best. I
She might have thought it was her willpower that got her off the ground that day, but it wasn’t, it was me. Pouring my strength into her through our bond, and yet it still didn’t do much for her.“What?” tears fall from her eyes, and she angrily wipes them away.“You heard me, River. It wasn’t your
“Why not give it to Penelope?” she scoffs.“With her fashion sense? Please, she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it, either.” We laugh at that, because she’s right. I sit beside her on the bed and look at her. She’s so beautiful, and so pure, and…there’s a lot more going on than I’d like to admit.“H
ROMULUSPeople tell their kids ghost stories, to scare them into doing stuff and keep them away from dangerous situations and all. It usually works too. Whoever invented that did pretty good. But that’s for humans. Gods don’t have ghost stories, we have true stories. Tried and tested, scientifically
‘Oh no, Little River, keep them open.” He takes his hand away and uses it to put my legs on the outside of his thigh, so that as long as his legs are spread, so are mine.“Now I need you to try to be really quiet, baby. Can you do that?”“Mmhmm,” I hum. No promises, though.“That’s a good girl.” His
“River?” he grabs the loofah and starts washing me. “Say something.”“Um, you have a nice dick?” he laughs, like a full belly laugh.“Okay, thank you, now, let’s move past that, yeah?” he laughs.“Fine, move past that onto what?” I ask, knowing I have to talk to him about what happened, but at the s