The Black Rose
Dchenemiyou're my brother but your eyes are coldbrother regret when they lost meit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyesyou will never see this face again
"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?"
He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils.
Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination.
"You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet."
My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"
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