Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions
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I found him bleeding in an alley, a stranger with eyes like storm clouds and a pulse I couldn't detect. Now he's in my apartment, arrogance dripping from every word as I clean wounds that heal before my eyes. "You should be thanking me," I snap, pressing a vodka-soaked cloth to his abdomen.
He grabs my wrist, his touch burning through my flannel pajamas. "Thank you for interrupting my death?" His
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