He smelled clean, the scent of some lightly perfumed soap coated his skin, but underneath was another scent. e him, I’m yours!” And the black man was suddenly lifted away, wrenched off her, and off the balcony, wh I stared up at him. She was a woman, after all.
I knew it was just too many horror movies, but my pulse was in my throat, my heart thudding. There was no wind, only Belle's power. Shit, I said. As if she wondered what I was, and she hadn't wondered about anything in a millennia, or two, or three.
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