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The one who'd believed me without asking. Was the brother everyone including me had underestimated. See, Parrot said. THIS one. We underestimated THIS one. "We did." While we were busy being obsessed with the brooding one who doesn't believe us apparently. "Parrot." I'm just noting it for the record. Abel Blackwater. Underrated. "Noted." Still angry at Nero though. "Still angry at Nero." Good. We should be. He can lie in his cold bed and think about what he said. She paused.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

"I should have detected it. I can identify forty-three known toxins by scent alone." "Not a toxin, my darling. Medicine." She moved to face him again, studying his dilated pupils with clinical fascination. "From the mountain shamans of Keth'morah. They use it to reshape consciousness. To burn away troublesome emotions. You'll wake tomorrow with your conscience clean as fresh snow."

"Oh God, please forgive me!" ***

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I can't continue thinking like that. " Finish!" Zack says while putting the glass on the table. Eddy and the others shout happy birthday and clap their hands cause he drank it in less than 10seconds. What a strange manner of celebrating a birthday. Well, each one does what he likes. " Take this Tiara!" Eddy said while getting up and hanging a glass of alcohol cocktail to me insisting. " No, I..." I start. " Eddy leaves her, she comes from a Catholic orphanage. I think alcohol is a sin for a little saint like her. It would be bad if she had to pray for her sins one hundred times." Lola said while laughing with her friend.

It sounded so true, but yet so hard to believe, and just as if she had seen the uncertainty in his eyes, the pissed one in hers simmered down as she said softly, "I'd give you time to think about it, but I'd need an answer soon, okay?" He nodded. She gave him a small smile in return. "Goodbye, Eros." As he stood to leave, he paused and looked at her. "Eros?" "He's the Greek god of desire," She replied. "You probably don't know it yet, but you're the most desirable person I've ever met. Still, if the name upsets you —" "No," He breathed out. Desire? Did she just call him, world's number one loser, a god of desire? "No, it doesn't."