His Straight Pet
I kiss him, desperate, tasting sweat and anxiety, and mutter, “You’re stronger than this, sunshine.”
He nods, eyes fierce. “I won’t let her win,” he says, voice stern, and god, I’m so proud it hurts.
We go to the altar, but Selene’s voice cuts through, harsh and frigid, no hologram this time—she’s here, stepping from the shadows, eyes like ice. “You’re too late,” she says, smirking like she’s already won. “Raymond’s blood is bound to Calix. The ritual’s done.” My shadows flare, ready to rip her apart, but Raymond moves forward, light glowing bright. “Not yet,” he responds, indignant, and starts cleansing the altar, light pouring in like a flood. Selene chuckles, waving a hand, and a vampire
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