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Death As soon as she saw his body, broken and crumpled lying limp on the floor, she stopped short, unable to move. A shuddering gasp wracked her lungs, and suddenly she found herself dashing forward and sliding along the ground. All around her the building was steadily collapsing; an iron beam collided with the ground just as she reached his body. It was worse than she'd thought. His eyes were barely open, the slit of green flickering in and out as he blinked wearily. Severe trauma to his neck and chest left pools of dark crimson on the floor, seeping into the fabric of her pants. She cradled his face in her hands. "I love you," she sai

April's Fool “Comb.” A black comb was slapped into Cole Blackwell’s outstretched palm. He worked a section of his victim’s hair, carefully combing through the flame-red strands. “Gel.” This was a top-priority Spec Ops mission, one that required the combined expertise of Alix Renotta, Cole Blackwell, and, of course, the mastermind, George Maxwell. One mistake could cost them all their very lives. Cole stuck the comb between his teeth and held out his hand again, waiting for Alix to place the bottle in his hand. Alix turned to George, who gave him the appropriate material with a salute. As he passed the ge

 "I'm not sure where to really begin," Cloud admitted uneasily, squirming a bit in his seat. Leon raised an eyebrow. "How about explaining why he put those marks on your neck," he said abrasively, his arms folded over his chest. He couldn't help himself; the idea of anyone touching his Cloud pissed him off beyond belief. Wait. His Cloud? My patient, he corrected in his mind. He's just my patient. I am completely justified in being upset that some psychopath harmed one of my patients. Right. Cloud narrowed his eyes at Leon's blunt approach, but quickly forced himself to relax. He had agreed to it, after all. "I was going to head to the

Rosette landed with a thump on top of Lord Evershire, glad for a moment that he had cushioned her fall. She knew she should be thanking him profusely, but when she moved her lips to speak, she realized her lips were directly upon his! And what was worse, she couldn’t convince herself to take them off! She made to move her lips again, this time to get a better angle at him. Rosette could feel his heart beating faster underneath hers, closed her eyes, and gave herself over to unbounded passion. He thought he would lose his mind, right then and there, on the floor in the ballroom, with the Lady of Devon on top of him. Nathaniel didn’

Chapter 10 Interlude It was late at night, after the four of them had eaten dinner. Mischi and Alida had fallen asleep, leaving Bellinda and Xander to tend to the small fire. They sat close to each other, enjoying the quiet company. Xander poked at the dying embers with a stick. “It’s late, Bell. You should get to sleep,” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Bellinda curiously watched him fidget with the fire for a moment before snuggling up to his side. “No,” she stated simply. Xander looked down at the small body curling up next to him. Said small body stared defiantly back. “Bell,&#

Not In My Right Mind, That’s For Sure. Where was I when you were there, the teardrops running down your face? How could I think you didn’t care? How could I not have been aware that you would never cease to chase? Where was I when you were there? You told me that your love was rare, that it would transcend time and place. How could I think you didn’t care? When life was foul and death was fair, you stayed by me with saving grace. Where was I when you were there? You kept me from my cold despair with the warmth of your embrace: How could I think you didn’t care? I stand here with a sightless stare, my mista