His Highlander Luna
Still dazed, I crawled through the circle of witches and over to my friend, pulling her into me and stroking her hair gently.
“I am so sorry, I tried.” I whimpered, however Bridgette simply pulled away from me and smiled, a short chuckle leaving her lips as she pulled her hospital gown away from her shoulder, still bearing her mark. I gapped at her openly as I watched Rhoda pull herself through the circle, crawling on the floor, dragging herself along with her elbows. As she approached us, I could see the hint of blood coming from the corner of her mouth.
“What kind of being are you.” She whimpered; one could plainly see the agony she was in. Bridgette straightened up and sneered at the old
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