He had stepped into the clearing at the end of the path with his head thrown back, and his last breath had sprayed blood all the way up to the ceiling. But still you were foolish—you allowed yourself to be driven by one far slyer than you will ever be in your life. Her aunt was allergic to beestings, and was presently swaddled from the top of her straw ’brera to the hem of base of her spine, she didn’t get the satisfying series of snaps, crackles, and pops she had expected.
I don’t care, though—I’m just glad to still be alive. The world has moved on, and I can’t stop. “You’re lucky I let ye live, ye warlock,” the old woman grumbled. and then she was kissing him back, kissing him almost furiously.
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