Sighing deeply, I reached out to caress the scar on the palm of his hand. At my touch, Michael trembled slightly and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.
“Don’t you just wish that things were simple?” I asked gently, my breath catching as he closed his hand over, so that we were holding hands.
“Of course I do.” Michael breathed, opening his eyes, so that emerald green eyes gazed lovingly at me. “And if anyone said different...” Rather than completing his sentence, he growled, and I could feel the growl vibrate through him.
You see, Michael isn’t exactly human. In fact, he is the complete opposite. Immortal, untouchable and bloody gorgeous.
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Searing pain shot through my left arm. Peering down to see what could cause such intense pain, I gasped in surprise. I clutch my wrist with my right hand, trying to cover the pentagram that had just been burned onto my skin...
“Welcome to hell, daughter of sin.” A satanic voice hissed in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, as I was dragged to hell.
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