Damned Straight to Heaven
He drops to the ground, and I see a flash of another body – bloody, human, hands raised, begging for mercy…
My hands start to shake, and I grab Christian by the throat, long before he can stand. “Atonement. This will make it right.”
“Another death?” he gasps, blinking in disorientation, even though that sizzling, bloody mark on his temple is already healing. “How could that make right any sin? Whatever you’ve done--”
“Shut-up! This is not murder. You are already dead, you evil abomination--”
“And you’re rambling,” he cuts me off, eyes holding mine. “And still, so very much, hesitating.”
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