His Straight Pet
“Your blood’s pure. It’s gonna make me walk in the sun again.”
My gut twists, the bond tugging, Jude’s pulse weak but stubborn, like he’s clawing to stay alive. I see his face—lips crashing into mine in the tent, desperate, his shadows wrapping me tight, saving me. “You’re full of shit,” I snap, voice cracking, legs trembling under me. “Jude’s stronger than you. He’s coming for me.” The curse flares, hissing you’re nothing, but I push it back, thinking of Jude’s hands on me, his voice—I’m here—keeping me grounded.
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