Immortal Cravings
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello.
“Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?”
“Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”
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