Iron Veve's Kiss
The darkness of the nightmare still threatens to engulf me.
Dru’s eyes narrow. She grabs my hand, presses it to her chest. Her heartbeat thuds against my palm.
"You listen good. I ain’t some damsel in distress waiting for your sorry ass to rescue me. I knew who you were, the good and the damaged, when I kissed you in that grease-stained garage for the first time a year ago. I know exactly who you are now, scars and all! You think I’m scared of your deadbeat father’s ghost? Of you, Dragon?” She scoffs, a harsh, disbelieving sound. “You cried like a baby when that scrawny stray cat at the junkyard had kittens, for Christ’s sake.”
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