No Escape From Fate
My eyes go as wide as saucers and move down to my stomach, examining it.
“Your bud hasn’t bloomed yet, which means there hasn’t been a man there — at least, not in our world.”
For fuck’s sake! And why the hell do I need this here?!
Alaya lifted her own shirt, and on her flat stomach I saw a beautiful, large, bright, colorful flower in the center, and next to it three smaller flowers and one very dull little bud. No matter how you look at it, it’s very beautiful and interesting.
“Holy crap!” My eyes fly up to my forehead. “Why are there so many flowers?”
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