Sinner
Damn, Jennifer Miller, it’s your last day.
Luciano was still on top of me, his eyes burning in rage but downcast, his hands caging me in between, the body emitting volcanic heat while those nerves popped out in agitation. Nearly, he would start roaring.
Clearly, there’s no indication in his aura that he’d leave me alone any time sooner, it’s only death that could save me from him. What did I do? Why did I do it?
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