Crystal River Pack
“You have questions.” The priestess said.
Hadrian turned and saw her sitting on a bench swing placed in the garden. She wore a simple green dress with one foot tucked under her and the other gently pushing her. All around her, flowers bobbed and swayed in a breeze he did not feel.
“I do,” he admitted quietly.
Looking around, he tried to remember how he got there. The last thing that he remembered was having pizza and watching a cheesy movie. They fell asleep and when he wo
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