Blood match
“Maybe I was wrong selling you firefly”
Doc slid down the door, shook his head slightly as if clearing a fog.
“Where is my little firefly anyway?”
“That’s none of your business” Doc’s eyes, cold and devoid of pain, fixed on Elijah. “She’s Bambi, Not Firefly”
“I decided, I’m Taking her back to my sanctuary tonight”
“Like hell you are, she’s mine” With a sudden burst of energy, Doc launched himself forward again, closing the distance like a predator. Their bodies collided once more—flesh, bone, and muscle entwined in a savage embrace.
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