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Chapter 14: Zefiro
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2024-10-16 17:35:18
Authoress Estevania Therasus. può andare al diavolo--can go to hell.
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Zefiro’s voice darkens to a chilling edge. “I can make her disappear. Permanently.” Is he offering to kill my stepmother? I hesitate, stutter, as I try to find the right words. I want to tell him he’s crazy, but my brain won’t connect with my mouth and my mind starts to conjure up images of walking Morwenna’s grave with roses dyed to the deepest shade of black, flipping her tombstone off and shoving a pole into the earth beside it to belly dance while I drink from her most expensive shelf of alcohol and bathe myself in every fucking bottle. Zefiro huffs a drunken laugh, and it feels like I have been cut open and filled to the brim with jelly. “You’re a wild little thing.” He thumbs a loose strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear, and then he starts to trace a finger along the curve of my ear, like he always has to be touching me, somehow. “Say the word and it’s done. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty for you.” His expression is
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