LOGINLiz stared at her, disbelief giving way to anger. “Nothing?” “Edmund is a sweetheart.” Liz shrugged her mother’s hand off, her face twisting in disgust. “You’ve met him?” Gwen hesitated. “Well… I’ve only met Damien’s son once or twice.” Once or twice was far too many times. Liz turned back to Da
Liz stared at Damien like he had spoken in another language. Or maybe she was imagining things, because there was no way those words just came out of his mouth. The words replayed in her head, over and over again, each repetition slower than the last, as though her mind were deliberately dragging t
Liz sat beside the bed, the book resting lightly in her hands. Gwen lay against the pillows, eyes half-lidded but peaceful. She looked smaller like this. Fragile in a way Liz didn’t remember her ever being. The blankets were pulled up to her chest, her hands folded neatly over them. Liz read too s
“I have no other lover,” Damien said flatly. “Aside from you.” Liz searched his face for something. Anything. There was nothing there but calm. Oh, so her mother didn’t count as another lover? But then, Gwen was the wife and Liz would be the mistress, so she was the other lover. Didn’t Damien reali
Everything she owned. A slow chill crept down her spine. Did Damien… raid her room? After this sad excuse of an apocalypse? She pushed the thought away, uneasy. Then she noticed something else. The placement of the furniture in. The large K-pop poster she had over her bed, which she had barely noti
He was inside her, after what felt like forever. And and at that moment, Liz couldn't remember a single thing wrong with the world. Not with gos stimulated she was. Liz's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open to release a soft, trembling cry. "Oh... God," she moaned, barely able to form word







