Grim Reaper's Bride
“This is beyond your hands, sweetheart.”
I shut up. In a blur we were out of the house. It was even more horrific in daylight. Damien's truck had plowed into the driveway. I lay down on the back seat, woozy. The graveyard wailed and cursed us, and he cursed back, shooting the heads off the statues. The bartender wore chains of bullets under his leather jacket, burly arms moving like lightning as he drove with his knees and reloaded. The four-wheel drive plowed through skeletons, wheels studded with chains. A white and red wolf flanked us. He spoke to them in a bestial tongue. The werewolves chased Pallor away then doubled back, shifting to humans.
“Tina,” Damien said lowly. He tos
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