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𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙩.
𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘧*𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣.
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥,
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮.
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“Fangs?” she asked.
I tucked her in and smoothed her damp hair away from her forehead. “What’s up?”
She reached up for me. “Will you sit with me until I go back to sleep?”
I took her hand and perched on the edge of the bed. “Sure. I’ll be right here.”
“Thank you.”
It came out almost like a whisper, yet the gratitude within those two words struck my heart hard. She had been such a trooper, such a strong woman in the face of such carnage, and I wondered what all she had endured in her life to help her get to that point. I mean, she hadn’t once mentioned her parents. Were they even in the picture?
The idea that she was alone in life hurt. And it caused me to shuffle myself beneath the covers just so I could hold her. Just so I could be there. Just so I could show her that she wasn’t alone, not as long as she was with me.
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Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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